Business trips are dreadfully boring, especially in my line of work.

The only good thing about them, the hotels.

The tedium of day-to-day dealings, bookended, with clean towels and a mint on my pillow.

If I could live in one, I surely would.

There's just something in the ambience that soothes my soul for lack of a better phrase

at least that's how I felt until staying at the Covonwood Inn

It seemed like any other hotel at first, typical floor plan, decorative arrangements, overly polite checking clerk.

It wasn't until I received my key card and ventured up to Room 371 that I would notice a dissonance in the layout.

Something amiss that broke up the usual hotel landscape.

In my room, placed deliberately on the bed, was a sheet of paper.

Restrictions printed an official Covenwood Inn stationary.

Room 371 guidelines.

No television after 9 PM. Number 2. Only accept incoming calls on the room phone.

Number 3. Leaving a room between the hours of 1030 p.m. and 1.30 a.m. is strictly forbidden.

Number 4. At least 2 to an elevator at a time. Never going alone.

Number 5. no visitors.

If there's a knock at the door, ignore it.

Number six, the minibar is for emergencies only.

Number seven, the view is a lie.

Don't trust it.

Enjoy your stay.

This was odd.

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