Mt. Haven Trek

The girl in red stilettos woke me up around three am. I grunted and she relentlessly shook me out of my sleep…time to go, she said…and I groaned knowing death march is part of the itinerary for this day.  I feigned sleep, but the impending thought of having to walk for miles is keeping me awake…and yammy is not giving up…she comes back shakes me again and I woke up frowning ready to complain — but changed my mind.  I took a glimpse at her and decided she is more scared of it than I am, and to complain might push her to the edge of worry and insanity.

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