sail me away

I just slipped on a freshly mopped tile floor and lay in a pile of myself almost crying for what felt like an hour. The best part was that it was a public washroom at my school, and a couple people came in and out but since I wasn’t calling out for help in Chinese, no one seemed to notice. Now my wrist is killing and my head is pounding but at least I’ll be boarding a train for Beijing within the next 15 hours. Here comes the sun.