I find hotel beds so fascinating. The bed you’re sleeping in could have been the place where someone cried themself to sleep one night. It could have been the place where someone cheated on their spouse. It could have been the place where someone was even murdered. You never know what blood, sweat, tears, and semen touched the same bed you’re sleeping in. The pillow you rest your head on houses the hundreds of thoughts and dreams of others. And tonight, you’re just another story.