Beach Hotel

The shutter was left open so that the cool ocean breeze could still be felt, despite the full moon glaring in and making it virtually impossible to sleep.  The heat was unbearable anyway, so there was really no way that I was going to sleep.  Sweat rolled down my face as I brought the glass to my mouth.  Tequila, orange juice and plenty of ice.  If I couldn’t sleep, at least I’d fix a buzz on.  Beer wasn’t cooling me down at all anyway, so I went the whole hog and figured that there may be a chance that I’d pass out before the sun came up.  Putting the glass back down, I crunched on the ice from the glass and took a cigarette out from the pack on the table.    The heat from the cigarette mixed with the coolness of the ice, allowing me to get the maximum amount of smoke possible into my lungs.  After exhaling, I looked over to the bed where she was lying.  How was she able to sleep in this heat?  She had kicked all the sheets off the bed and her silk nightgown was drenched in sweat, clinging to her body like a second skin.  Her long black hair cascaded over my side of the bed in waves and curls from the humidity in the room.  Her pale skin shown in the moonlight and I watched the outline of her body as I took another drag off my cigarette.  I poured another drink, using up the rest of the orange juice.  I would have to go on to straight tequila for the next drink.  I was still miles away from passing out and the sun was hours away from coming up.  I could hear the crash of the waves as the tide started making its was in.  Why hadn’t I booked a room with a baloney?  I was only a couple of bucks more, but I didn’t think we would need it.  As far as I was concerned, we would only be in the room for sleeping.  Who would have guessed the heat would be so stifling and the air conditioner was broken.  Broken? my ass.  There were no air conditioners in this crappy hotel. 

Picking up my drink, I got up from my seat by the window and slowly made my way to the bed.  That is the problem with drinking when you sitting down, you aren’t even aware of how drunk you are getting until you try to walk. The room began to wobble.  It began to sway to and fro like I was out at sea.  Luckily, the bed was only a few steps away and when I reached it, I put two hands down on the thin mattress to steady myself.  After gaining some balance, I used one hand to hold myself up and the other to move the abundance of curling black hair off my side of the bed.  She stirred slightly and moved a little further to her side of the bed.  As she did this, her nightgown raised slightly over her thigh.  A look was all I was really able to cope with in my present state and I managed to flop onto the bed without causing too much problem.  She turned over onto her back, throwing her hair behind her, with high percentage landing on my face and blocking out the light from the moon.  I didn’t even try to remove it, just drifted off in an inebriated sleep.