Rome Together

Part Seven

My heart is heavy.

My bag is packed and I can’t help do anything but mindlessly stare at it. It represents everything I’m frightened of. I crack the window, see the early risers. I chomp on a banana, the last of the fruit I’d bought from the supermarket at the start of the trip.

Into the reception; the man who showed me to breakfast is sat behind his desk. He sees me, smiles. Bright, toothy.

“Good morning Stacey” his voice is softer than I remember. “You aren’t leaving today, are you?” He looks disappointed.