Every hotel room is the same.
Two double beds against the wall of the room,
characterized by over-patterned, itchy comforters
that hide thin, chilly sheets.
Sheets that break the promise of a warm night’s slumber.
The pillows, hiding beneath those sheets, are flat
and leave a dull ache in a waking person’s neck.
A television is positioned directly across from these two beds,
Cheap, second rate paintings litter the off-white walls.
The expected presence of the bedside drawer’s top shelf’s Bible
serves as a dusty reassurance to even the non-Christian believer.
Lingering through the room is a dim light,
the product of overworked bulbs overshadowed by tacky lampshades.
The radiator’s hum echos an accompaniment to this display.
A smoky taste in the air proves the many souls who have inhabited this temporary living space.
there is a sense of comfort in the morning sunrise beaming through the plastic blinds on the window.
Lures the visitor to it’s side,
and outside the familiarity of each hotel room replica is the existence of each new world waiting beyond these walls.