cameron wallace. (insideandout) wrote in ofourowndevice, @ 2013-04-13 00:18:00 |
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Who: Cameron and Christine.
Where: Reception.
When: Very early morning.
He didn’t realise just how tired he was until he finished walking down the long drive. It had felt like miles, and in reality that was exactly what it had been, most likely, at least from the road. The car was still back there somewhere but Cameron couldn’t see it when he glanced back over his shoulder, he struggled to see the end of that winding drive with its carefully manicured shrubs and flowerbeds. Cameron realised his whole body felt heavy, his head was thick with an exhaustion that had crept up on him in the time it had taken to walk from his wounded and unresponsive car to these doors. It made sense really, he realised, it was a long way and he’d been awake for a while before his car had given out on him.
The hotel was a godsend, or at least that was what he would have thought if he believed in God, in miracles and signs and that sort of thing. Cameron had stopped believing in such things as a child. He’d stopped believing in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny at a young age too. Thinking about them now almost made him smile but it was short-lived and then he realised there was someone beyond those doors, someone behind a desk that was so very at home in a place like the one in front of which he stood and he really ought to move. Do something. And so he did, his bag held in one hand while his other reached out and pushed at the door to set foot inside the hotel that he hadn’t seen a single sign for along the road. Strange, or at least it would have seemed that way if he wasn’t so tired.
Drawing in a deep breath that was equal parts relief and exhaustion Cameron let the door closed behind him all the way before he took another step, and then another, and another until he reached the desk, trying and failing to muster a sincere smile when he got there. He had to settle for a false one but the woman on the other side of the desk was probably used to that by now. “Hi,” he said, hearing that relief and weariness in his voice. “I was wondering if I could get a room for the night?” And maybe borrow the phone in the morning so that he could call someone to come and take a look at his car, but that could wait until after he’d had some sleep.