Continuation…
Tate Mountain, Japan
A lot of information about astral projection populated the screen when I hit search; I read the top results. The problem with the information on the internet was: you could not tell if it was verified or not. I stopped when my head started to hurt. I closed my laptop and went to check on my son.
We were given three rooms. One for the three of us, Gabe, me and our baby. The other two were for Martha and Stuart. My son was staying in Martha’s room most of the time. When I got to Martha's room, she was carrying my son; he was still asleep. Martha’s brown hair was out of place. So, I signaled Martha to give me my son; I did not want to wake him up.
I was so grateful that Martha was still in her early thirties. Because if she would be twenty years older
