Oh, what a night of dashed expectations! I had reserved a majestic king-size bed, envisioning a night of comfort and togetherness with my husband. But alas! Upon arrival, fate dealt us two meager queens. Forced into separate beds, we spent the night apart—a tragedy worthy of Shakespeare!
My poor husband lamented his bed’s unyielding firmness, while I found solace in the comfort of mine, stationed near the humming, chilly embrace of the window A/C. The room itself, though aged and bearing the marks of time, was surprisingly decent—a silver lining in this tale of woe.
Yet, not all was lost! The hotel clerk, a beacon of kindness amidst the storm, greeted us warmly. Still, the sting of separation lingered. This was not the romantic retreat I had imagined!