Arms Hotel, Room 111, Sunday night/Monday morning dreams

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Home in his hotel room after the three minute dates and Mary walking him home, John had some troubles falling asleep.

And once he did, he had dreams.

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Arrival

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"See? Hadda key the whole time," he said, pushing open the door to reveal a mostly neat hotel room that could use some towels. And... had a motorcycle in the corner (on towels) next to the doorwall.

"Home sweet home," he said.