Travel Head

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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