In response to a friendly challenge, I decided to try my hand at crafting a story of how a cold October hotel stay might break a man.
I gathered up the comforter and pulled both arms in for warmth. I must have fallen asleep thinking that I was hungry, but was too tired to order anything. I resolved that I would survive fine on the catered egg salad sandwich and iceberg lettuce salad they had given us for lunch. I was still finishing this thought when the sound of screeching brakes . . .