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…