I was with some friends at a hotel. We were in town for some kind of conference, or passing through on the way to one. The map to our room was confusing, and we had to get someone who worked there to lead us to it. Apparently there was a rundown trailer park next to the hotel. Across the street, actually, and all of the trailers were painted bright pink and lilac. This is where our "room" was. to make matters worse, it wasn't even one of the trailers, but an old rig cab!
We arranged ourselves in the tiny space. Once we got situated, at least there was enough room for all of us to lay down. Yet as I was trying to fall asleep, for some reason I got the feeling I could no longer trust these friends I was with.
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