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
