Hotels are interesting places. Away from the rest of the world, away from your life, and for a brief moment you can pretend everything is as it should be.

Or at least you try to pretend. You look around and realize you are just as alone here as you are anywhere else.

You look at the door, expectantly… Maybe she’ll knock. Of course she has no idea where you are, and even if she did, she wouldn’t knock. Not on your door.


I’m not sure how long I’ll be in this hotel room. Another day, a week, who knows. I just know I’m here alone. And she won’t be knocking.