My hand hurts. Why does my hand hurt?
I look down, open my fist, and see a key.
Oh. Right.
I fell asleep in the RV’s driver seat again, still holding the key. I’ve been clutching it so tightly that it’s left a mark on my palm. Any tighter and I think I might have broken the skin.
A glance out the window reveals the sun rising over the Badlands. Time to move on. There’s still a long way to go to cross the country.
Cover photo by Ivan Shemereko on Unsplash.