Eighteen

Apparently sleeping pills work. I slept like faint. The pill managed to sweep away the terrible storm that always happened that I couldn't sleep.

But last night I didn't feel that, I slept without a dream or woke up to the noise no matter what.

I wake up at ten in the morning. Which surprised Jordan and me because I've never been up this late. I always wake up at four and five in the morning. Luckily it's Saturday. If only I did it on a weekday then Garbriel would roast me.

Two hours later here I am. With Jordan. Enjoyed our lunch at one of the cafes located in Sleepy Hollow with the Hudson River as a view. He has taken me for a walk around his family's private place. Spoiled my eyes and cleared my mind with the beautiful scenery of this village.

Apparently the territory owned by Zello del Millero, Jordan's father, is also open to the public. There is a horse runway, offering touring the village on their horses, and a cafe.

I've ridden one of their black horses, Jordan's favourit