It's just a room like any other
with towels shaped like elephants,
mini fridge and adequately stocked
tiny bottles of toiletries, but I bring
my own. Along with enough
personal primping products to
set up a salon in my room; I'm a
small slave to creature comforts.
My roommate's bed is empty
tonight and I'm laughing at the
irony. BF is in Israel and wouldn't
make it in time to spend the night.
We actually both laughed at that.
TV guide blue screen is a place-
holder while making a decision,
or perhaps it will be only the hum
of the AC and the screen for
this evening's entertainment.
Not sure I want hibachi, saying
"Thanks, I'll think about it. Got the
room to myself." And she shook
her head, knowing the luxury in that.
The teenager's back home holding
down the fort, and I'm thinking
she'll be wanting a raise soon.
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