“It’s so beautiful here,” she says. “Look at the moon. It’s huge.” “So big, it feels like you can touch it.” As I attempt to lift my hand, I stumble over a rock and plaster myself to the ground. I end up rolling down a short hill while Myla laughs her ass off the entire time. She peeks down the hill and says, “You okay?” Lying on my back, I stare up at her and say, “I fell.” She laughs some more. “I noticed.”
