Welcome

If rooms could talk. I am sure the idea never entered your mind. My rooms say 'Welcome'. I know you felt a surge of privacy and safety being miles from your home. You looked around to ensure no one was watching and then leaned on his arm. He gave you a kiss on your cheek and pulled you closer. You disappeared out of my room into the adjoining room. I heard giggles and a huge thump. The beds don't creak so all I could do is assume that you had both moved there.

Suddenly I hear the shower and blow dryer, so I assume it is time for dinner. You are no longer shy when you both appear from the room. I have to admit the two of you are a cute couple once you have cleaned up. Your joy bounces off each other. I hear you talking about being free. Nobody to hide from. Something about how it will soon be over.'

I wonder, but you share no more details before you disappear outside of my hearing range.

You are drunk when you appear again, Your shoes are in your hand. He is holding you up, I wonder why humans think this condition is sexually desirable, but he seems enthralled with you. He is singing you a love song that I have never heard before. "At Last I am free, I can hardly see in front of me, I can hardly see in front of me." For some reason, you two are finally free to be together. You are finally free to be yourselves.

It is one am, so I expect all activity in your room to cease. It is quiet. At around 4 am, your partner emerges from your room. He seems to be looking for someone. In his hand is a white envelope. He walks into my room. Suddenly I see her. She has long brown curly hair. They do not converse, she just takes the envelope and he returns back to his room and she leaves,

He leaves your room before you. He is dressed to go jogging, strangely enough, he is carrying a camera. He nervously checks his watch and then sets off on his jog. Minutes later you appear, you are smiling and calling to make reservations for one for breakfast. To do this of course you need to check the time. You seem rushed although the reservation isn't for 5 more minutes. As you leave I see you use the phone again, but by now you are out of my ear range.

An hour later and neither of you has returned to your room. About an hour later a policeman appears at your door. He knocks, but there is no answer, He calls his partner on his phone. He disappears and returns minutes later with a Diet Coke and a slice of cake. He sits in my room and waits.

You appear minutes later, beaming like the sun. You have a bag that holds matching his and her hats. I know because you later show it to the policeman. The cop approached you as soon as you reached your room door. He seemed nervous and shy. His voice was soft. Someone had been hit by a car when jogging. You seemed shocked. Tears ran down your eyes, And then you choked out a question ' Is he okay?' The policeman took her hand and then his soft voice said ' I am so sorry ' And then you froze in shock, and I saw tears falling from your eyes. The policeman held you and comforted you. He stayed about half an hour. He recorded your answers to all his questions. You did not have a car, and he had his partner doublechecked your alibi. I would have had him check your phone. But he was convinced the whole thing was just a bad accident. Although he did check your room. He was looking for your partner's cell phone. He wrote down all your personal information and the name and address of the dead man. The policeman mentioned something about the camera, asking if you would like it mailed to you after they had continued the investigation. You smiled, and sort of laughed, but you said yes. Minutes later I would understand, but the policeman blindly excused himself and left. You sat in tears until your phone rang, I heard you say ' I think the police are done with me. You can come over. ' And then to my surprise in walked the woman who had met with the dead man, earlier this morning. The two of you jumped with glee. She gave you some of the money from the white envelope, gave you a kiss, and left. You had done it, but you have one witness,"

The young woman looked all around her. She couldn't figure out where the voice who was depicting her night was coming from. It sounded like it was coming from the wall. Then she heard the voice say "If walls could talk" She wondered was the wall talking, and as she entered her room she started to cry. How could there be a witness? But by the time her vacation ended, the police did not seem concerned with her, all they wanted was to return the camera. She appeared calm but she was eager to get away from her secret observer. (the wall that talked).

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