Eventually the storm passed us by, and I was able to return to a state of unconsciousness. However, it would not last, as I was awoken by the loud thudding of shipping crates being moved.
"Fuck, there's people in here with me," I said in a mildly loud voice, for the noise of the boxes hitting and scraping against each other drowned out that of my speech. Without missing a beat, I retrieved the lid of my home-crate and replaced it atop the opening.
Once I was safely concealed from view, I simply waited for whatever commotion was occurring to cease, so that I could safely return to sleep for a while.
"Why didn't I sneak into an airport and onto a plane?" I lamented silently, "That would have been much faster and probably a bit more comfortable."
Eventually I lost track of time entirely, only determining how close to my destination I was by feeling the temperature drop.
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