I could still hear the dogs barking through the moonlight, the cold breeze of the night blows through the surface of pond, the big ol' tree sleeping the night away. My eyes were wide awake and the clock were ticking it's shade past the one, the white ceiling had thirty two dents on the middle, they were tiny but pretty sure I counted it right. The hanging map of Nepal on the wall right next to my bed were now taunting me about how less I travel with small markers on places I have been to. I feel like waking up and taking the map off the wall. Blankets were already on and tucked into the bed well; Cannot risk waking up and finding that perfect position to be comfortable again. As I turned over in bed, I took a moment to survey the room. Three jackets that I had washed and hung to dry were now lying in a heap on the floor. I grimaced at my own clumsiness, wondering how I had managed to knock them down. Next to the jackets, a few pairs of jeans were also scattered haphaza...