When Blake got to his bed he was blown away by the view. He hadn’t expected to be filled with some much joy, and then followed by sadness. He was alone now, he had no work. Something that up until now filled most of his waking life, and he had no ramen. That was part of what he saved money for proper food. He was going to have a steak he thought to himself.
He sat now on the bed with his head on his hands. First he had to swim. He searched his bag, pulled out everything. And filled the drawers with his stuff.
He never had done it, and at his hotel he always wondered why people did it. But he would be here for a week better make it his he thought.
He could only find his khaki shorts. But he didn’t care. Maybe he had left it. He put his keys in his pocket and took a towel.
He sat now on the bed with his head on his hands. First he had to swim. He searched his bag, pulled out everything. And filled the drawers with his stuff.
He never had done it, and at his hotel he always wondered why people did it. But he would be here for a week better make it his he thought.
He could only find his khaki shorts. But he didn’t care. Maybe he had left it. He put his keys in his pocket and took a towel.
