The Sun Sets in Waltham
I stand in the window of my fourth floor hotel room and watch the sun slide from view behind the adjacent Marriott. The air-conditioner kicks on and the rush of cold sends a tickle down my spine. Stepping from the window, I pull the curtains shut and turn to survey my domain. It's a nice room - free WiFi, a fridge, king-size bed, coffee maker, and all the loneliness and boredom you can stomach. More actually.
I'm here for work, and while my days are pretty busy, my nights are quite the opposite. A week doesn't seem like a very long time, until you're sitting alone in your hotel room on a Tuesday night thinking about the rest of it.
I tried reading, but I'm just too antsy. I took a cab ride around town, but it just ended up costing me twenty bucks, and I just ended up back here again. I even tried exercising. I did some push-ups, and some sit-ups, and some laying-on-the-floor-panting.
I'm not tired but the only thing I can think to do is go to sleep.
I'm here for work, and while my days are pretty busy, my nights are quite the opposite. A week doesn't seem like a very long time, until you're sitting alone in your hotel room on a Tuesday night thinking about the rest of it.
I tried reading, but I'm just too antsy. I took a cab ride around town, but it just ended up costing me twenty bucks, and I just ended up back here again. I even tried exercising. I did some push-ups, and some sit-ups, and some laying-on-the-floor-panting.
I'm not tired but the only thing I can think to do is go to sleep.
