We got to the hotel at 6a.m.

Fractured purple pinks cut a rain threatened sky… My first sunrise of the year was a distant memory as my head hits the pillow.

A distant knocking sound wakes me to a second round of knocking at the door… The clock indicates 8:30 a.m.

“What?!”

“Housekeeping… Do you need anything?”

“Yes… Sleep!”

Dennis Mantin