“No, I have no luggage … will find my room fine. Thank you.”
She receives the key from the front desk clerk.
Taking the elevator up to her floor and walking to the end of the hallway, she finds the room. She inserts the key into the slot above the doorknob, hears the click, pushes open the door, slips inside, and closes the door behind her.
A bed in the middle of the room dominates the scenery. She moseys over to it and caresses the polyester cover with the tips of her fingers.
She lets out a sigh of relief.
The sun is going down and is painting the room amber. She lies down on the bed and hugs herself curling up in a fetal position.
What do I have? Nothing. Who will miss me? No one. Where do I need to go? Nowhere.
Soon, it will be over. She will reach the peace, the quiet, where no misery exists.
photo prompt by Sunday Fiction