Love arrived at the motel. The manager didn't even glance up when he requested his room, its vacant still. Great, yeah, cash is fine sure. Appreciate it. Marc walked up the stairs there was a certain smell to gas city that he was surrounded by now, a mixture of heat and flowers, reminded him of a garden.
He got the keys out, their weight felt nice again to have in his hand. A door that he could lock, and choose who to let in felt something so foreign now. He closed it behind him, and just laid on the bed, softer than a cot. He felt tired in his whole body.
There wasn't much a person can do when they feel like this. The tiredness slowly enveloped him like the moon passing through the sky, slow but there was nothing you could do about. He couldn't even sit up normally, it consumed him and soon he was fast asleep.
When he woke up it was nearly noon the next day. The sun beams creeping into the bedroom. Love was still, as if deciding what to be. Marc needed food, he needed answers, and he needed
coffee
.