Inside a hostel, Don't Wake the Snoring Traveler,

Don’t Wake the Snoring Traveler

Poke. Poke. Poke. “Go away.” my brain screamed. “I hate you.” But it didn’t go away. Poke. Poke. “Psst!” My brain woke up, my eyes jumped open quickly. They attempted to fix themselves on the figure standing over my bunk in our 12-bed hostel in the 2 a.m. darkness. It was some older woman. She looked like the girl from “The Ring”. It was pretty terrifying to be awoken by her and I had to remember I was in a hostel and not in a cabin in the woods somewhere. Words weren’t coming to my brain yet. I just stared at this bizarre woman, this…