I am going somewhere. I do not know where. Nobody tells the luggage, and I am starting to understand I am the luggage.
I am going somewhere. I do not know where. Nobody tells the luggage, and I am starting to understand I am the luggage.They loaded the bags first, then me. I went in the same way the bags did. I think that means I packed correctly.There is a soft white towel next to me and I am not on it. I am on the hard part. The soft part must be for something they will need again.The backpack and I are the same size back here. If someone grabbed the wrong one at the end, it would be an easy mistake. I would go quietly.My tongue is out and I do not know why. It just came out somewhere along the way. Nobody has told me to put it back, so it stays.
