Kraina We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. We had been in the car for at least six hours and time couldn't go more slowly. I used the car window as entertainment and couldn't help but start to feel sleepy as the road twisted and turned, and the sky swirled around little drops of cotton balls. It was as if the snow was collecting to make a soft pillow for my head to rest on. I yawned and for the 100th time, I asked my parents “are we there yet”?, and before I could hear my mother’s response, my eyes started to drift, and then, finally, they shut.