Then my hotel room door opened
On a recent trip to Florida, my mom and I checked into a hotel.
And what started as a relaxing night turned devastating in the time it takes to open a door.
After a shower, I toweled off, slipping on a robe to grab the delivery I’d ordered. Then, I’d tossed the scratchy monster on the bed, and naked is how I stayed — and how I will forever prefer to stay.
With my mouth full of key-lime pie and “I Am a Killer” on the television, I sat cross-legged on the couch on a towel. Nothing separated me from giving quite a show to the hallway should the door open.
And that’s when it did.
Due to the sudden surge of adrenaline when I heard a keycard beep and the door-handle said, click, the details are muddy.
I’m not sure why a housekeeper stood in my doorway with her arms full of towels. Or why her face twisted like she saw The Wolfman, but it happened.
Oh, it happened.
Source: Medium – Evie`s Room
Original publication 14 August, 2020
Posted on NatCorn 2nd April 2021
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