I was relieved to find my hotel room after a long day on the road. It wasn’t anything special but rather just what I needed, a place to stop and rest.
The bed I discovered was firm and comfortable, the pillows soft and supportive.
There was the standard tea and coffee supplied, and I relaxed before bed with a steaming coffee not caring about the effect the caffeine might have on me as I knew exhaustion would override any of its effects.
My room had a window overlooking a courtyard surrounded by rooms similar to mine.
I could see people coming and going, watching television. Some had their curtains drawn so I could only speculate as to what was happening in there. Sleep no doubt?
In a bottom room, I saw a couple arguing and the woman being struck. A splat of blood spread across the window. Horrified I stood and watched hoping I had been mistaken and that nothing untoward had occurred.
Quickly the curtains of the room were drawn, and I was left wondering what I might do if anything.