Back in the relative safety of my hotel room, I unpack my bag and poke around a little.

It’s a standard room. I plug my phone into an outlet and get on the hotel’s Wi-Fi, copying the password from my room key.

When I’m done, I leave my phone on the end-table and throw my bag into the closet across from the bathroom.

Exhausted from jet lag, I finally fall face-first into the mushy, double-wide mattress.

I turn over and reach for the television remote.

An infomercial for the Imperial hotel comes on the off-brand, flat-screen television. I press the up-arrow on the bottom of the remote to change the channel.

The same images of the Imperial hotel appear, but this time with English voice-over. “Feel at home with the Imperial Hotel’s century-old tradition of hospitality and the latest in hotel accommodations-”

I change it to a weather channel. I only understand enough to know that it’ll be cold for my entire stay.

I flip through a few more channels. There aren’t many programs in English. I keep pressing the up-arrow until I come back around to the Imperial Hotel’s infomercial. “-or stop by for a drink at the Old Imperial Bar, open until midnight.”

I turn off the television and look toward my phone on the end-table.

I’m wearing a black hoody over a striped t-shirt. The stripes are a shade of gray and a darker shade of gray. I undo my belt and pull it off through the loops. I toss the belt to the foot of the bed and rest my head back against the bloated pillows. I undo my khaki’s and reach for my phone. The charging cable doesn’t reach very far, so I pull out the cord and look at the remaining battery life.

6%

Oof! This was gonna be a close one.

I open the browser app and type “twink porn” into Google.