this morning #66.

this morning, the rocks glass on the bedside table was emptied out quite quickly & filled up just as fast. the crisp hotel sheets hugged his legs as he sipped & flipped through the local morning news selection. out here, the female newscasters really puffed up & fluffed up their hair. it reminded him of his forgetful roster of questionable high school conquests. he’d had this trip planned for a year now & now that he was here now, he simply had to follow through. today was his day for recon. tomorrow was for hunting.