Shhh, I’m Travelling
It was six in the morning when there was a quiet knock on the door. The blackout curtains were drawn and the clock was still turned down on the bed table. The night prior, I hung a menu from my doorknob requesting that tea and scones with fresh-cut fruit be delivered at this hour. But I was not intending to actually wake up. Not fully anyway. I toddled to the door and invited my server in with a gentle motion and smile, allowing the muted hallway light to illuminate his path to and fro the bench bes
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