One Problem
I was so excited when two hotel workers came into my room over the weekend to turn down my sheets, and to put a flower and a piece of chocolate on my pillow. They told me to eat the chocolate before I went to sleep so that I would have sweet dreams. I went to dinner, looking forward to the chocolate and the dreams I would enjoy later.
At the end of the night, I got all comfy in my pajamas, I went to my bed to get my much-desired chocolate next to the beautiful flower. I guess the flower was freshly picked, and there were hundreds of little tiny ants crawling in my bed and eating my chocolate!
So, not only did I not have any chocolate, I had to get a new room.
A guy from the hotel came to my room like 20 minutes later, and walked me to my new room. It was far way from all the other rooms my friends were staying in. As we approached the front door, the guy told me that the front light wasn’t working, so I fumbled around inside and found the light switch in the bedroom. The light flickered to show the dresser with its door hanging off the hinge. To make everything worse, for some reason the TV was on, and a horror movie was playing.
So now, I had no chocolate, I was in a creepy room, and I was the victim in a perfect murder story.
Needless to say, my dreams were not sweet.
