Staring down the long hall.
I have to get to room 478 and it’s so far down there. It’s a massive distance and this walk in itself will cost me a few pounds. I know I need to lose weight anyways but by the time I get to my hotel room, I’ll need to take a shower from this long walk. Maybe it’s a bit of sarcasm but still, this isn’t good. I don’t know why I felt it was a good idea to take the stairs up to the fourth floor but now I know it most definitely wasn’t. Also, the parking lot was full so it would’ve taken me a little less time to walk to the elevator but the walk would’ve been long regardless. As I started to walk down the hall I can feel a breeze, a cool breeze, that of an air conditioner cooling me down. It was getting stronger and stronger and the walk became harder as it felt like I was fighting my way to my room. I can see the vent blowing from the far side of the hallway and pictures on the walls were turning to an angle due to the powerful now feels like hurricane wind from the air conditioner vent. Who messed with the thermostat? I was halfway to my room and started to grip the wall. The hotel felt like it was alive as it didn’t want me to get to room 478. I need to get to my room! What is going on? Then all of a sudden I hear yelling and I wake up to my wife. I was still in frantic mode and she said, “It was a dream and I need sleep for our flight in the morning.” I felt that was rude but room 478 is our hotel room tomorrow evening.