There’s nothing as eerie as eating in a dark room, typing down your blog. Especially when the room isn’t yours. My vacation to Arizona hasn’t unfolded yet. Unlike my previous blogs, I’m writing during the trip. A day has passed already. Mother had taken Khang and me to the airport only several hours ago. The ride was tedious and long, so I’ll spare you the details. We had to pick up a relative. I suppose I cannot really call them that, since I’ve never seen them in my life. I tried my best to stay awake, but I ended up falling asleep. At least, I think I did. Everything is a blur. When we arrived at the house, it was dark and quiet. Then, it’s occupants woke up and came to greet us. I don’t care for family greetings. That’s like saying hello over the phone. As usual, I had the most uncomfortable sleeping space. My best guess would be the room belonged to ThucQuyen and ThucLam. There was a K-Pop poster on the wall, and a sign that read, “No Boys Allowed.” Well, that sign is useless if you put it inside your room. I flipped the sign around, but Khang flipped it back, saying we shan’t disturb their room. Since when did he get so noble and courteous? It is rather interesting to see someone’s life without meeting them. Photos lined the wall, and you could only imagine what was really happening in them. Of course, Khang got the bottom bunk, which was clearly the better of the two. I wouldn’t know why anyone would bother getting a bunk bed; it would be rather hard to move. On the top of the bunk, there lie a stuffed unicorn. ThucQuyen has a peculiar obsession with the mythical creatures. Had it been any other day, I’d have thrown it off the bed. However, I was tired, and kept it on there. So now I ended writing a blog, while the unicorn stare at me. It’ll probably watch me when I fall asleep, too. Brilliant.