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Fifi on
one of our many loops, but I tell her I don’t mind the company. It seems these
two are night owls, too.
    Around one in the morning, I return Fifi and crawl into to my comfy bed, but am unable to settle into it. It’s like my
mind doesn’t know how to rest. I toss and turn and think about going into
Greyson’s room and bothering him. I feel lonely out here by myself. I’m not
used to being alone much and it’s a bit unnerving. I lay flat on my back and
place my hands on my concaved stomach, feeling the rumbles echoing in my
hollowness. My stomach is cramping painfully, so I surrender all of my focus to
that pain until sleep finally finds me…
    Sadly, it only finds me for a few hours. I lay here,
frustrated. I don’t sleep much and only do so in sporadic stretches. I’m not
sure if it’s just time finally catching up with me or the weight of life
lately, but I’m tiring. I’m tiring a lot.
    I try to be a good guest and stay put for another annoying
hour before I wander to the bathroom. I splash water on my face before giving
it a good inspection. My eyes are a bit puffy from the restless night and my
lips are dry. I help myself to some of Greyson’s lip balm after I brush my
teeth. He wants to harass me about all of my beauty products, but he has a
substantial amount himself. I plunder through his cleansers and moisturizes and
aftershaves until I’m bored with it. I can’t take it any longer so I tiptoe
into Greyson’s bedroom. It’s fairly roomy for an RV bedroom with an extra-long
bed. I’m guessing it was designed this way. It’s obvious this is a custom
motorhome. A regular bed would never accommodate this giant of a man.
    Greyson is sprawled out on his bed with his arms slung over
his head and is lightly snoring. He looks so boyish and I catch myself smiling
down at him. I leave him alone for the time being and sit on the end of his
bed, so I can study the map pinned to the back of his door. He has a
well-charted course that begins here in Maine and zigzags all along the east
until it ends in Florida. Side notes of excursions are marked by lines drawn to
certain destinations. A lobster boat trip is scribbled by Maine. My nose
wrinkles at this one. That doesn’t do anything for me. The line then travels
down to Boston where a side note simply states wicked . Who knows what that means? The line then swerves to the
west and stops in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Figures. Greyson Stone has the biggest chocolate infatuation of any person I have ever
met. I think it’s the man’s only weakness. Or that’s what I thought until he
showed back up a few months ago. By the looks of him, he’s found a terrible
weakness more damaging than chocolate could ever be.
    There is a star on the town of Intercourse as well. Funny. Maybe he does plan on having some fun on this
adventure after all. The line veers back to the east and stops in Maryland. The
side note says fun with Mom . That’s
sweet. Greyson has always been super-close with his mom. I’ve met Mrs. Barbara
and she’s a great lady. I envy their relationship. They make it look so
effortless to just love one another. This stop on the trip perks me up. I’d
like to foster some momma time from her. With all the tragedy going on lately,
I feel the need to be mothered some and that woman does it right.
    The course hops over to West Virginia, where fly fishing and
waterfalls are scribbled. The course continues on to Kentucky and ping-pongs
between Tennessee, Georgia, South Carolina, back to Georgia and ending in
Florida. The excursion in Atlanta catches my attention. It is a Bleu Streak concert. Bleu Streak
is the hottest band in the country at the moment and I feel some excitement for
this adventure finally beginning to build.
    I go grab my phone and ease back into the bedroom to snap
some pictures of the map. I peep over at Greyson and he hasn’t stirred at all.
I focus back on the map and take several pictures so I can try to keep up with
the adventure. At