The motel room was dark as moonlight filtered through the curtain's pores, illuminating the room enough to make out an outline of the furniture. The sound of the heating hummed softly through the room, accompanied by the steady breathing of the sleeping inhabitant.
Eleanora lay staring at the ceiling, being able to make out an outline of the fan above her head. Sighing, she turned on her side, pulling the comforter up to the bridge of her nose. She looked into the body mirror against the wall she was facing as she distinguished the shapes visible to her on the reflection. Having slept through most of the drive here, she found it very difficult to fall asleep now. Gazing into the mirror, she made out the bulge that lay beside her, on the other edge of the bed.
He shifted restlessly in his
