littlethistle

I pound my plush pillow until I feel cosy enough to lay my head. 'What are you doing back there?' my mum asks, turning to examine me again. 'You nestle like a kitty.' I wonder if there is anything I can do without her comments. The air in the car is already stuffy and we just begun our journey. I'm trapped in the car and will be trapped for the whole night -we will arrive in Croatia in the morning. So I accept my fate and decide to get some sleep. I'm still small enough to outstretch my legs on the backseat of my father's car. He drives, mum sometimes releases coffee steam from the thermos. The smell nicely ousts the frowst for a few moments.