I will not drown today. I will not drown today.My feet are planted stubbornly at the foot of the stateroom door, which remains closed. I haven’t had the nerve to unlock it yet, much to the annoyance of the hallway passersby. They hurry around me, bumping into me as they go, but my eyes are glued to the shiny gold doorknob. I have about five more minutes, if I’m lucky, before Lana shows up to burst my little bubble—the one that allows me just a few seconds of uninterrupted, ignorant bliss. Five more minutes before I have to step into this room and begin this journey. Before today, I’ve never stepped foot on a cruise ship. Hell, I’ve never stepped foot on a boat, and that’s saying a lot, considering this is Florida.But here I am, standing on this ship after dragging my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn to arrive at Port Canaveral for a twelve-day cruise that was forced upon me by my well-intending, very persistent red-headed best friend. I might have played a small part in this by eventually giving in to Lana’s relentless badgering, but as I stand here in this tiny hallway in front of the elegant stateroom door, I’m certain that this is a bad idea.
