room_number_171 only tuesday and he lets himself fall down on the bed beside her in the morning...with his early morning smile... the hotel smell is like none other..and the room is looking worn. things are so confusing...wishing it was only you and me... because you'd get into bed with me every morning..and wake me up.. i wish that you were here with me. 010719 what's it to you? who go blather from