You stare up at the wood of swiss' bunk above you in the tour bus, feeling every uncomfortable bump of the road as the tour bus drives to the next concert location through the night. you've been laying awake for hours. the rattles of the bus didn't help, only pushing you further from successfully grounding yourself. carefully, you slip out of bed and cross the two feet of space before looking down at mountain in his bunk, waking him on accident.