The bed didn’t give much when I got up from it, fevered, heavy, and altogether sick. I breathed the close, hot air that filtered through the slatted and always open windows in the hotel room.
We were in Playa Montezuma and the beach was in us, conquering us day by day. I walked outside to get some fresh air and was disappointed to find the air was the same as inside. But I saw the sky, and the palm trees. The sun would be up soon.
I leaned over the railing on the second floor, scanned the empty street below me. It was not empty, it was just devoid of people. The street sat there though, full of itself, being a street, a connection from point a to point b.
After sitting down heavily on a chair brought out from the room, I stared at the brightening sky through palm trees. Their leaves shivered in the early morning, a hat to the wood stem below. The trees talked to each other, with a shake here and lean there.
Almost delirious, I continued to stare at the gorgeous world. The sun was to come up soon. She would want to see it, I thought. She would be so happy. So I went inside and woke her up, I saw the sun rise then I took her outside and saw the sun rise.
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