Another Cup

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira

I smacked my lips together in complete confusion as I realized the bedroom I was in was not the one in the guesthouse. It had wood panelled walls, with a matching ceiling and floors. The room was much smaller and had a large cow skin rug on the floor. 

The bed was slightly longer which allowed for my legs to fully fit but the width was just as narrow. There was a small opening to the left that I guessed was the bathroom from the fraction of the toilet I could see from through the open door. 

Our travelling bags were dumped to one corner and by the looks of it, there was an attempt to pack our things but halfway through the idea was abandoned. "Bobby!" I screamed loudly and when I did not get any response, I felt my heart fall. 

I scrambled out of bed but stopped when I saw I was changed out of the shorts, sneakers and shirt I was wearing beforehand. I now wore loose pyjama pants with a tank top.