I sit there staring at the ceiling willing myself to fall to sleep without success. I’ve stayed in more places than I care to count, run by all kinds of different people, so why am I having trouble sleeping?
With a sigh I stretch preparing to get up, and freeze as it comes to me. I don’t feel comfortable. I haven’t felt right in my skin since I first arrived. The thought causes me to sigh in frustration. There is nothing I can do right now about my situation. Even if I could… would I really want to? I consider that for a bit before coming to the conclusion that it wouldn’t change much.
I’m under some restrictions here, and I don’t have access to everything I’d like, but that has been true of many places I’ve been. It’s simply a new challenge and certainly a lot of new opportunities. There is so much I could learn here. My discomfort starts to fade as my mind starts to see again the possibilities.
With a yawn I snuggled in and started to drift off. Tomorrow there will be breakfast, and then exploring this city with my new guide. Who knows where that will lead?