In Dreams

Perhaps it happens the best in horror movies. Perhaps in the nightmares you have. You think about it whenever you have a big window. In a motel with the big window that looks out onto the parking lot on the ground floor. You look up whenever someone walks by. You see them glance up, acting like they aren't looking in, but you know they are. Looking. Watching. Perhaps waiting. Waiting for what? Well, that can be open to interpretation.

Last night as my mom, grandma, Frank and I sat in the motel room, this tall skinny man with gray hair walked by. He looked in, attempting to make it look like he was not looking, but we knew he was. Frank was the only one who did not see. The man walked by again a short while later, looking in. We laughed. The third time he walked by, he slowed and was very deliberate about his looking in. Frank and mom immediately closed the large, dark red drapes. They still laughed about it. I found it annoying. Then again, we did have the drapes open, so it was partially our fault. Why people feel the need to look in open lit up windows when they go by somewhere is beyond me. I do admit though, that I am guilty of it at times. Curiosity I suppose.

Well, as everyone else was settling in at around 11pm our time, 10 pm here, I felt the need to get ready for bed as well. I shut off the laptop, disconnected the cords and put it away. Everyone else was in bed. I didn't fall asleep until at least 1am my time. I tossed and turned most of the night. I slept maybe a half hour to an hour at most at one time, then something would wake me up, I'd try to get comfortable again and fail many times. It most likely took all of about a half hour or so each time for me to fall back to sleep.

We are now off to have a quick bite at the continental breakfast here at the motel. I bid you all a farewell as I continue on my exciting travels. I find that I do like travelling very much so.