Dreaming Of Her

Rick

I waved over my shoulder before hooking a right and making my way down the length of the hotel as he had instructed. When I walked by the pool, I felt a lot of eyes on me, but I didn’t turn toward them. Instead, I kept my head down, made it to my room, slid the key in the slot, and let myself in.

The place was standard. Nothing fancy. But it was clean and smelled like lemons and eucalyptus. The sheets were soft, and the bed was firm.

“This will do,” I said. My tense muscles and aching body were already singing sweet hallelujahs just at the thought of lying down in that bed.

But first, food.

I ended up ordering in from a pizza place not far from the hotel to avoid having to get back in my car. They delivered within half an hour, and I gorged myself on cheese bread and pizza while watching garbage television on a tiny screen. After I cleaned up my mess, I could barely keep my eyes open and decided that nine o’clock was not too early to go to bed.

Then I remembered that I should pro