Though I was wide awake and alert , I decided to go back to my hotel . Check-out was at eleven o ’ clock and I still had so much to do before going back home . I looked up to the night sky , thanked the Lord for strength , and continued down Piccadilly to the Sentrigard Hotel & Suites .
Chapter 2
Early the next morning , I awoke to the sound of sirens and people bustling on the street in front of the hotel . My eye lids lifted slowly , heavy as lead . I attempted to open them three times before allowing sleep to take me in her arms once again . There I laid , on my back , resting my left hand over my eyes , the morning sunlight rolling in through the open French window in front of my bed , the sheer curtains gently rustling . When more sirens came , I reached for the covers at my waist and brought them overhead as I rolled over onto my right side .
A knock on my door was what called my eyes to open . A sound so near would never permit me to sleep , for it was my nature to always be alert when surrounded , and that knock reverberated throughout the room .
I gripped the covers tightly and took a deep breath as more knocks came to the door . The blanket began to stretch to its breaking point under my grip , my fist to shake . I took a deep breath , paused to calm myself , and finally threw off the white down blanket .
“ A moment , please ,” I yelled from the bed as I stood up in my drawstring white jogging shorts . I grabbed the Turkish cotton bathrobe from the back of a dove gray English armchair next to the bed and walked to the door
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