Rock All Night

23




I awoke to a light knocking on my door.

Tok tok tok.

“Unnnhhh…” I moaned.

Jesus, didn’t they know what TIME it was?

…wait… what time WAS it?

I lifted my head and looked blearily at the clock.

10:07 AM.

Holy shit.

I never slept this late. Not only that, but my body was supposed to be three hours ahead because of the time zone difference. Back in New York, it was one o’clock in the afternoon.

Adrenaline rushed through me. I jumped out of bed and staggered over to the door.

Was it the hotel coming to throw me out?

Was it Miles come to scream at me to be in the limo in two minutes, no exceptions?

Was it Derek, back for round two?

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that last one.

I opened the door the slightest crack and peered out through swollen eyes.

It was a maid in a pristine white uniform, next to a rolling cart of towels and cleaning supplies.

“Cleaning service,” she said.

“Um… can you come back later?” I mumbled.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said apologetically. “There was no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door.”

“Um… no worries… my bad…”

“Alright. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“Okay…”

She pushed the cart down the hall, the wheels barely whispering over the thick carpet. A few seconds later I heard another low knock about 20 feet away.

I found the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on my side and fumbled it out through the crack, hung it on the doorknob, and then closed my door.