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She was told that the key would be at the front desk. She was so nervous when she drove into the parking lot that she almost slammed into a car backing out of a space. Waving her apology; her hands now gripped the steering wheel like a vise and a life-line as she pulled into a space. She couldn’t muster the nerve yet to get out of the car and walk the few steps to the front entrance of the hotel.
Her hands were shaking slightly and she felt the sweat begin to bead on her forehead. Panicking even more, she rummaged through her purse to grab her powder compact and lipstick. Pulling the visor down to block the sunlight from glaring through the windshield like a tractor beam she patted her upper brow and also on her nose where small beads of sweat were forming rapidly. Desperately she was using her fingertip to try to blend the powder as to not look pale and corpse-like. She touched up her lipstick and fluffed her bangs that were now beginning to look stringy from sweat. She was worried. She wanted to look her very best for Him.
She anticipated this moment and now that it had arrived, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. She assessed herself in the mirror. She wasn’t half-bad looking for her age. Her hair was still long, thick, and a rich honey blond color. She was gray, mostly on her crown and hairline, but the colorist was excellent and she was pleased with the results. He hopefully wouldn’t notice the few gray hairs peeking through. Although her facial lines were more etched around her eyes, she still maintained a fresh, glowing look, and she was often complimented that she didn’t look a day over thirty-five.
Looking at her watch, she knew it was time. No turning back as she grabbed her purse and got out of the car. With trembling hands she attempted to straighten out her skirt of the creases created from sitting and driving. Her heartbeat was pounding through her chest and she was sure anyone within a passing distance could hear it like a jack-hammer.
The glass doors opened automatically as she approached, almost as if they knew she was coming, so welcoming yet so detached. How many different people, for different reasons, business travel, vacationers, illicit affairs, even the occasional domestic dispute, passed through this threshold, but she knew why she was here.
She walked at a relatively fast pace through the entry hall to the reception area of the hotel. It wasn’t an upscale hotel like the Fairmont or even one close to matching the likes of a Hilton or Hyatt, but it would suffice. The lobby was clean and bright with a mid-size, round, highly polished wood table in the foyer as a focal piece, with a large non-descript vase placed on it filled with fresh cut flowers.
She approached the reception desk and a woman wearing the standard hotel issued uniform and sporting a plastered, yet seemingly sincere smile asked how she could be of assistance. She gave her name and presented her driver’s license as identification and she was immediately handed a plain envelope with her first name scrawled on the front. Peeking inside the envelope was the keycard to the room; just as He said. She asked reception where the elevators were located, thanked her for her help, and crossed the lobby.
Fanning herself with the envelope to cool herself down and to curb her rising anxiety, she pressed the up arrow button to call the elevator. Finally which seemed like ten or more minutes; when actually it was closer to two or three, the familiar ding to announce the elevator’s arrival occurred and the heavy doors opened. She stepped to the side to allow a couple pushing a stroller carrying a sleeping baby and a man in a dark suit with just a garment bag slung on his shoulder, to exit. She wondered if her feet were moving in wet cement because could barely take the few steps needed to enter the cage that would take her to her unknown future.
Looking at all the floors, she debated internally if she would have the nerve to continue? Could she push the button that lit her floor printed on her cardkey envelope? After a long deep breath, she did, and the elevator began its slow climb up. She watched the digital readout of each floor as it passed one floor after another.
The elevator stopped, the doors opened. She poked her head out and looked both directions down the long passageway. Stepping out, making a left, she passed each door looking intently for her room number. In the neutral color, carpeted hallway, in front of one room, she noticed a tray filled with half-eaten food and dirty dishes sitting outside waiting to be picked-up. Smiling secretively; the random image crossed her mind of one possible reason someone would order room service. With this trivial thought, her mind floated her to the present; to here and now; at this moment of time.
Taking a gulp and trying to swallow as her throat was parched and dry like crusty, stale bread, she stood silently in front of the one door. Her door; room 801; which looked like all other doors on this floor; with the one exception; once opened, her journey begins.
She knew the risks she was taking and what was on the line if caught. She slid the keycard into the slot. Of course, it didn’t turn green. She looked at it to make sure the arrows were pointing in the correct direction.
Another attempt, success; the door lit green and she slowly turned the handle and entered the room.
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