One of the things I love about #FreeWritingChallenge is the prompts has allowed me to express my creativity. Today’s post deals with music, which has been a huge influence in my creativity. Here’s what I have to do for today’s challenge.
Take the fifth line from your favorite song. Use it as a prompt and write a scene.
I have so many favorite songs that it was tough to pick one, yet I decided to go with a classic Hotel California by The Eagles.
The fifth line is I had to stop for the night.
So without further ado, here’s the scene inspired by the song.
I had to stop for the night. There was no way I could continue on, even thought I wanted to.
My eyes were growing heavy, no amount of coffee or the music of The Eagles could keep me awake long enough to reach the next destination.
Pulling onto the ramp, neon lights flickered in the distance. Fast food restaurants advertised two for one deals on cheeseburgers. Just the sight of the word made my stomach grumble. I pulled in to McDonald’s to order two quarter pounders, fries, and a milkshake.
After paying for the food, I drove across the road to a motel. It’s not the best, but it’ll have to do for the night. Stepping out of the vehicle, I stretch to soothe the ache in my back. I remind myself to take more breaks while driving or else I’m going to get stiff.
Walking into the office, I’m greeted by an elderly man. He’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt along with a fedora, which is trying to hide his thinning, gray hair.
I ask for a room for the night.
The man fetches the key and TV remote, then informs me it’ll be thirty dollars. I pay him in cash, then thank him for his service. On the way out, I pick up a few tourist brochures. While I’m stuck in town, I may do some sightseeing tomorrow.
I retrieve my duffel bag and the food from the Jeep. I made sure it’s securely locked before I head to my room. Luckily, I’m on the ground floor because I don’t feel like climbing the steps. Plus, I can keep an eye on my car.
Walking into the room, I feel like I’m taken back to the 80s. A floral comforter lines the queen-sized bed, while white carpet takes up the floor. It reminds me of something out of Miami Vice.
“Oh, well. This will have to do.”
I lock the door, then set at the small, round table to enjoy my food. Grabbing the remote, I turn on the TV. A couple of flips later, I land on Married With Children.
I scarf down my fries and burger as I watch Al Bundy go on a tirade about lazy housewives. I place the other burger in the fridge, intending to save it for tomorrow.
Unpacking my bag, I pull out a pair of blue pajamas before heading into the bathroom.
The warm water soothes my aching muscles. This is just what I needed after a eight-hour drive, actually it was more like seven. I did stop for lunch at Denny’s. Taking one of the miniature shampoo bottles, I wash my hair. As the lather builds, I think about my trip. The doubts begin to creep back in my head.
Is this a mistake? I’m an idiot for doing this. I should’ve stayed home.
It wasn’t a spur of the moment decision, it’s something I’d been contemplating for a while. Yet, I never had the guts to do it.
However, last week proved that I needed to do this. It was for the best.
Turning off the water, I step out of the shower. I dry my hair, then slip into my pajamas. Walking back into the room, I check my phone.
I expect to find a message, yet there’s nothing. No voicemail or text.
Mixed feelings fill my heart. On the one hand, this is what I wanted. Time to myself so I can be in peace. Yet, I’m also hurt that no one has called to check on me. Do they even care if I’m okay? What if I was in an accident? What if I was hurt?
Maybe they don’t care.
Tears fill my eyes, but I quickly brush them away. I tell myself not to cry. I’m not going to let them break me.
Calming down, I crawl into bed. I watch a little more television to clear my mind. A few minutes later, my eyelids grow heavy as I drift off to sleep and to the promise of a better day tomorrow.