Life On The Road

I woke up in a pool of sweat;
The thermostat read 81 degrees in my hotel room––I’m positive that I had it set at 70.
Proof that hell is sleeping in a bed that is not yours.

Six Word Essay On Hospitals

Hospitals, like hotels––are not home.

Another Hotel...

Another almost comfortable (but still not your own) bed.
Watching television shows you would never watch at home.
It’s like you’re having an affair on your regularly scheduled programming.
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Life On Tour

Waking up in a new hotel room every weekend is what I imagine it’s like in the Twilight Zone––everything from the cheap, over-bleached sheets, to the poor water flow in the showers is vaguely familiar, but the furniture is arrange just different enough that you’ll stub your toe EVERY time you wake up in the middle of the night to go pee!

I'm Awake!

The alarm goes off-

SNOOZE!

The alarm goes off- 

SNOOZE! and silence phone!

The alarm goes off- 

VIBRATING on the hotel nightstand...

I'm awake!

But I'm 5 minutes late.

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Life in a Hotel

Living out of a carry on is so much fun;
Miss matched clothes,
Full of wrinkles.
Clean or dirty? It's a guessing game!
Airline vouchers, balled up receipts and random business cards, shoved in various sections of your brief case,
A laptop that doubles as your television set,
(Thank you Netflix!)
Maid service, but don't get used to this!
No one is going to pick up your dirty towels at home.
You're also never going to find a bed that is as inviting as the one you have at home.
Life in a hotel isn't all bad-
I mean you can get room service,
Free (crappy) toiletries,
and occasionally a wonderful pool to hang out at!
But I am so ready to return to my walk-in closet and familiar home!