He stares outside the window, watching the busy streets outside slip by. His mind distracted for a brief period of time, observing the various people walking by. Suddenly startled, his attention darts back to the phone sitting on a desk near by. Troubled thoughts start to swarm through his head again. His ears, listening attentively for the ‘ring’ to suddenly pierce the dead silence that fills the room. He sighs. He walks to the bathroom, turns on the tap and flushes his face with water a few times and looks into the mirror in front of him with a dead stare. He wipes his face and proceeds to the bedroom. He turns to his bed, and falls back into it, letting out another sigh. He closes his eyes, mind struggling to keep awake and eventually drifts to sleep…
The phone rings. He gets up with a sudden jolt. His heart starts to beat faster, and faster until it feels as though it was pounding against his chest, wanting to come out. He walks to the desk, eyes fixed to the phone never leaving it, even for a second. His hand reaches slowly and carefully picking up the phone. It takes all his strength and finally, he let’s out a ‘hello’ from his mouth. He listens intently for a voice. “Hello Sir, this is the reception. We are giving each of our guests a complimentary fruit basket. One is being brought to you now. We hope you enjoy your stay. Thank you.” He puts down the phone. Barely relieved. He trots back to his bed and slowly sits down on the edge, lifting his hand to his forehead. He thinks, ‘am I doing the right thing?’
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