I spent the night with Meghan. Almost. Sorta.
Around 10 she showed up at the Inn with a copy of "I, Frankenstein" and a bag of caramel corn. "The worse the movie the better," she told me.
Oh, this is good.
And the movie was quite unwatchable, but we had a good laugh. We started to watch the second movie she had brought, "Legend of Hercules," but it didn't keep our attention as much. She felt herself nodding off and decided she should probably get back to her hotel. I had to admit I was feeling a little queasy too, probably from the candy, and maybe some kind of allergic reaction to these ancient bedsheets.
I walked her back to her hotel. She asked what I was thinking of doing after this "vacation," whether I was going back south right away. I said I really didn't know. I'm not the world's greatest planner.
She said that was all right and looked up at me. I took a moment to read the situation. This was right, right?
I gave her a warm hug, but I sensed her turning her face slightly toward mine, so it quickly became a kiss.
We held it a lot longer than our previous one, until she finally pulled away.
She smiled at me and put her hand on the knob of her room. "Good night, Ty."
"Night Meg," I said, watching her disappear into the room.
I floated back to the Inn. Queasy feeling be damned, I had to finish writing this.
Okay, now I really need to lie down. Something about this place has me totally sapped.