I have been down graded in my hotel. My own doing of course. Having 2 bedrooms while my mother is in the hospital hardly makes sense. Although, now I am in a room that I did not reserve ahead of time, so every other morning I must go down to ask if it’s possible to stay another couple of nights. I love my new room. As soon as you enter there is a very large bathroom to the left. Across from it sits a closet where I have put my Samsonite, open but unpacked. To the left of the entryway there is a small kitchen, with an office area facing it. On the desk sits the flowers that were in the last hospital room of my mom. Past the kitchen and the office there is a large space with my bed, in front of it a coffee table, a 2 person couch and armchair, and finally a very large flat screen television that sits on its stand. I sleep better here, the space is not small but compact somehow. I find it very comforting. Tomorrow at 6 am the alarm will go off and I will turn on my gigantic television and listen to the news in English. The morning show of whatever channel I left it the morning before. I will make my watery coffee, take a shower and head to the hospital where I will pass yet another day sitting by my mother’s side, hoping that soon she will finally start to recover from all of this.