The floor is covered in chocolate cookie crumbs.
My iPhone’s volume is up all the way,
But it isn’t enough to drown out my little siblings.
How long have I been in this car?
One hundred miles? Two hundred?
And when did the radio get switched to Kids’ Place
Live?
“Just five hours left!”
How my mom remains so cheery, I will never know.
My stomach is rumbling, but
We’ve long since run out of snacks.
The babies started crying again.
Don’t they ever
sleep?!
So, I groan, put my ear buds in, and
Try not to think about it.
Road Trip.
