The room was dark and quiet. Shadows, cast from the outside lighting, played cautiously along the walls. Justin dropped his bag by the door and fumbled for the light switch. He turned it off again before his eyes adjusted. Dark was a better option for now.
He tossed his jacket over a chair. Making his way to the bed, he stripped down to his underwear and crawled between the starchy whiteness of the hotel sheets. The mattress was too hard, the room felt cold, and Justin thought about finding his phone. Instead he lay still and waited for sleep.