Pillow Fight
by Ian Rossin I slide into my sleeping bag and lie down, resting my head on my semi-flat pillow. I then close my eyes, try to relax my body, focus on my breathing pattern, and attempt to sleep. I’ve nearly sunken into unconsciousness when a pillow smacks me in the face. I leap to my feet, incredulous, and turn to Charlie, who’s kneeling at the edge of his bed and holding the attack weapon over Read more…