The view from my 4th floor room at Comfort Inn off 58th and I-25 in Denver, Co. The room I call home every Monday night is far from personal in fact there are another 200 rooms exactly like it (including the bed spread you want to make sure doesn’t touch your face.
The space is mine for a few hours a week. My belongings tossed all over the room without the worry of little hands getting into things or big voices asking me to put it away, “please'. I work on the computer and watch TV without the guilt of the chore list running through my head. I sleep deep at first but then I am often woken up by the something of not knowing where I am.
No comments:
Post a Comment