Sitting in bed, thunder rumbling outside. A television on, the child-like voices of cartoon characters fill the room. A woman sitting in the corner quietly reading through hotel literature. Ear bud headphones pine away like speakers made of glass. Grunge rock softly overwhelms the background noise.
Two of us are waiting for the rain to stop. One of us is waiting for the head ache to stop. Two of us may not have that long to wait.