He opened the curtains and looked out the hotel room window. Nothing spectacular, he shrugged. But it could have been the Eiffel tower and he still wouldn’t have been impressed. It wasn’t home.
Nothing was these days. That’s all he wanted. The view from his own room. The oak tree in the back next to the swing set. His wife smiling as she played around in the garden with their oldest daughter. His other two running around with the dog.
No. This wasn’t there. There didn’t exist anymore. He sighed. He closed the curtains. He turned away.
Time to get to work.
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