Last visit day

I woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly well-rested and content. The sun was streaming through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting warm beams across the plush hotel bed. I stretched luxuriously, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin. I turned to look at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was already 11 am. 

"Wow," I muttered to myself, "I slept in." 

But it was alright. I didn't have any urgent plans for the morning, so I allowed myself to linger a little longer in bed before finally deciding to get up.

I moved lazily to the bathroom, savoring the relaxed pace of the day. I turned on the shower, waiting for the water to reach the perfect temperature before stepping in. The hot water cascaded over me, washing away any lingering traces of sleep.

I stood there for a few minutes, letting the warmth seep into my muscles, before reaching for the lavender-scented shampoo provided by the hotel.