The Hotel Room
When my husband and I had some work done to our house, we had to stay in a hotel for a few months. We stayed at Wyndham’s Baymont, room 113. At first, my phone was acting up. I would have to leave the room and sit out in the breezeway to talk on it. Eventually, my husband’s phone started doing the same… we thought nothing of it.
One night, my husband was called into work. As he left, he told me he’d be in around 6 in the morning. I woke up in the middle of the night and he was laying next to me with his back to me. I reached out and stroked his back, then turned over and looked at my phone to see what time it was: 2:27am. He had gotten in early.
The next morning, he got up around 9 and I said to him, “I see you got in early last night.”
He said, “Yeah, but not too early. It was around 5:00.”
“No,” I insisted, “I woke up around 2:30 and you were laying next to me.”
He said, “It wasn’t me. I was in Columbia at that time.”
I put it down that I was just dreaming: that’s all it was and didn’t let it bother me.
Two weeks before we left, he had to go into work again and said he’d be in around 5:00 in the morning. I woke up around that time to the sound of the hotel door opening up.
My husband was standing there looking at me. As he shut the door behind him, he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to wake you up.”
I sat up on the side of the bed and told him, “It’s okay. I have to go to the bathroom anyway.”
“Okay,” he said apologetically. “I’m going to go ahead and walk the dogs then. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I trotted past him to the bathroom and when I came back out, the dogs were still in the room and he was gone. I opened the door looking for his truck but the truck wasn’t there so I called him on the phone.
“Where did you go?” I asked when he picked up.
“What do you mean?”
“You said you were going to go walk the dogs and when I came out of the bathroom, you had left and the dogs were still here.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked confused. “I’m still in Charleston. I have to work late and won’t be home until around 8:00.”
I am so glad we left that hotel and that room.
(Photo used is not my own, but a random picture)