comatosed-artist

 It was Christmas, 2013. I don’t know how it happened, but a whole lot of friends were able to get together and spend the holidays in a hotel. The group consisted of Lydia, Caleb, Cat, and I. Unfortunately this year it was storming, fast and hard. We stayed in, none of us feeling like going downstairs to Christmas dinner offered by the hotel, and not wanting to risk going outside in the storm. Cat and I played games on my tablet, Lydia was writing something, and Caleb was at his computer doing whatever he was doing, playing a game of some sort I guess. Suddenly Caleb slammed his laptop shut. “Let’s go on an adventure