Alone In A Hotel Room…

© Dawn Quyle Landau

© Dawn Quyle Landau

The prompt is to write for 10 minutes, “no more, no less.” Check out other writing for this Word Press Challenge, here.


Alone In A Hotel Room

The temperature is strange, the pillow foreign. I toss and turn in the dim light– room darkening curtains make it hard to know what time it really is, and I always turn the glowing clock to the wall. Time limits the potential for sleeping in, or seizing the day. It’s still early though, and I have nowhere I have to be. All expectations are my own.

When I finally get up and throw the curtains open, the city of San Diego greats me, through filthy windows. I hate dirty windows. It confuses me for a moment– is it raining? Is it that early? It’s cloudy– dark gray clouds are unexpected, given the forecast of sun and temperatures in the low eighties.

I’m fortunate to travel a lot– more than usual this year. I was thinking about that last night as our final flight took off and fears of crashing grabbed me. It happens more and more as I get older, even though I fly enough to know that it’s safe. A miracle: taking off in a metal cylinder and landing in a new place. I’m lucky, blessed to travel, despite the moment of fear.

Every time I wake in a hotel I struggle with the same quandaries, should I: sit in bed; watch out the window at the mysterious world below, taking in the hum and movement of a new place; should I spend the day writing; or get dressed and go out exploring? Which direction? It’s always a slow decision for me. I am impulsive to distraction. Should I stay or should I go, now… badadadadada!

I hear the housekeeping cart down the hall and feel a vague sense of urgency. Guilt? I don’t want to seem lazy… but to who? Whom? I have the day alone, to myself, in a city I have visited before but don’t know. Which direction should I go? How fast should I move? The decisions shake me, and cause me to question my sense of independence, adventure, motivation, age. My knee hurts. Walk? Rent a bike? Which direction? So many options make for so many possibilities– taken or missed.

When I wake in a new hotel, in a new city, traveling again, these are the thoughts that fill my head as I wake and start my day, alone in a hotel.

Notes on the process: I set an alarm on my computer and typed for exactly 10 minutes. I did not add anything once the timer went off, but did correct punctuation. The spelling I did as I went. I went with the first thoughts I had, versus planning out a writing strategy. I wrote the final sentence too soon, and put it aside. I knew that that’s where I wanted to end. So, not watching the clock, I wrote free-form, and checked at 1 minute, so that I could wind up and finish where I wanted to end.

When I work with seniors on their college essays, we always do some “blitz writing,” so it was fun to wake up, see this prompt and challenge myself to do it… alone in this hotel room.

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About Dawn Quyle Landau

Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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18 Responses to Alone In A Hotel Room…

  1. sandraconner says:

    Sometimes independence can be as big a burden as having a whole group of family members to consider before making decisions. Hope your day turns out to be one you’re happy with.


  2. Carrie Rubin says:

    Though I prefer my own bed, there’s something exciting about waking up in a hotel room, especially alone. You captured the solitary experience beautifully. And of course, as an introvert, you know I love being alone in that room. 🙂


  3. Carrie, while I mostly an extrovert in most people’s eyes, there’s a big piece of introvert to me as well. I too love the solitary times in a hotel room. I feel so anonymous and free! Thanks for reading the post, I always appreciate your feedback.


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  5. Dawn, I hope you accomplish whatever you plan to do. Have a good trip. 🙂 —Susan


  6. Alice Audrey says:

    Seems like when I travel I hardly ever have the quandary of what to do first thing in the morning. There’s always someone elses agenda to deal with. When I get up early, it’s a rare chance to do my own thing. On those rare occasions when I get to travel alone I’m generally doing it with a purpose in mind. But I have occasionally been at loose ends.


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  8. So much atmosphere in 10 minutes. Bet it felt good, too…


  9. amac says:

    You make traveling and waking up in a hotel sound rather enticing. I could not relax, no lie. I look forward to hearing more about your travels…I hope you mixed it up.


  10. Well done Dawn, and an interesting challenge. When I was still a working stiff, I spent lots and lots of time in hotel rooms. (Terri and I once lived in a hotel for 7 months!) I moved around so much, that the biggest challenge for me was waking up for the middle of the night bathroom trip, and I couldn’t remember which side of the room it was on. In my travels today, I have much more control, and hotel rooms look and feel completely different. ~James

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