Jennifer's Soul Purpose, the Creative Spirit
As I rest my travelling head.
Upon my waiting hotel bed.
My aching body still wants to rise.
I reach for my glasses for my blurred, tired eyes.
I check my watch for the time, yes I still have one.
Peer out the window and see the rising sun.
I return to the warm slumber I won’t be denied.
Some extra minutes relaxing on my back and on my side.
The bedding is sticking to my body and won’t let go
My shoulders are aching, I won’t move, “No!”
Okay, Okay, it is lovely, peaceful and quiet.
I stretch, get out of bed and heavily sit on it.
The book I was reading falls to the floor.
As I make my way to the bathroom door.
Showered and dressed for this touristy day.
I’m ready for breakfast the International way.
506 is my room number please.
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