He rolled under the covers of the uncomfortable king-sized bed, feeling the pajama tops bunched up around his stomach. He lay on his side, not ready to wake up, and considered the reasons to face another day in another city. What casino hotel is this? His wife booked the hotel. He couldn’t recall the name and decided he didn’t care. Is she here? He turned his head just enough to open one eye to see the silhouette of his still-sleeping wife contrasted against the gray shadows on the far wall. How long are we here? He couldn’t remember what she had told him. She blocked his view of the digital clock radio on the bedside table. It didn’t matter; it was still dark. He turned back to face the curtains covering reflective glass windows that did not open. He checked that out when she was in the b
