5 Words: Original, Surf, Laughter, Intentional, Prepared

The empty halls echoed with laughter. There was a TV blasting static behind a heavy door. It sounded like the TV was being smothered by a pillow. The flickering lights and the pale yellow walls made her uneasy. Why did she always travel alone?

Her previous life had prepared her for a life on the road. A life of independence. She could trust no one. And she was fine with that. A life of solitude came with many tricks that made Solitude easier to digest:

Always have a book. If you are reading, no one will bother you. Less questions that way

Keep a heavy hooded sweatshirt with you. It'll not only keep you warm but it makes a great pillow.

When dining alone, act strong and make it look intentional. Like the choice is yours.

She had written these rules in her journal. It was with her all the time. Occasionally, she would add notes, write or draw. The distraction served it's sweet purpose.

In her room, she used the shiny brass lock on the door. It was heavy duty. The original lock had been broken. Was someone trying to get in? Was someone trying to get out?

Sitting in the window, she folded her knees into her chest. She peered out the glass at the surf below. She couldn't go on like this. That she was sure of...