from the rain,
from the long trip on
the highway,
we look at each other
and sigh.
should we find a place
for the night,
i can't drive another mile.
she yawns, yup, sounds
good to me.
we see a sign up ahead.
open,
vacancies. cable
tv and wifi.
and below that in red,
vibrating beds.
hourly rates.
game? i ask her, sure.
why not?
did you bring our hazmat
pajamas?
yup. i think i have some
change in my purse.
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