Shutting the door behind me, I stared at the room. The turquoise spread that had been so neatly laid over the queen-sized bed when we first entered was now on the floor crumpled into a ball. The room had a smell. A musty smell that told the story of the night. I walked up to the window, parted the curtains, and opened the door to the balcony. A fresh sea breeze quickly erased the traces of our stale selves.
