The roads seemed to stretch longer than they really were, but my mind had never felt so narrow—I didn't want to look at this as a positive change. The car drove smoothly over the steamy tar, it's as if the tires were about to break into thin air and fly away... But the drive itself seems to be going so slow. My mind won't stop prancing back and fourth, flashbacks of yesterday when I was happily resting in my bed at home are keeping me in this negative frame of mind.

I tip the man in front of the wheel and take my bag from the trunk, after the sound of the door slamming, the driver was off. Dust and clouds of sand trail from his treaded wheels, eager to leave me behind.

The door is opened as it welcomes me into its walls, decorated with a dull green floral wallpaper. The room presented to me is rather big for just one person, it's better than being too small. The wheels of my luggage bag squeak their way towards the big bed, large enough to fit a family in. The polished oak door engraved with flowers, closes to my satisfaction and allowing me to release the huge amount of air in my lungs.

With my lungs compressing entirely comes a delicate flow of partially salty substance, descending downwards. The substance makes its way to the edge of my jaw and drips off, towards the palm of my hand that rested upon the luggage that lay. I wipe away the wetness upon my eyes, not caring if it messed up my make-up....