When You Forget What Someone Looks Like

And how things are always changing

The hotel room is quiet, the white line of sunlight that had split the heavy curtains only a few minutes ago has faded, and the a/c unit is purring away. Saving Private Ryan is on the television, muted. The best thing right now would be for me to close my eyes and get some rest, yet here I am. The light from the lamp in the corner is dim and yellow and …