The open doors let just enough of a breeze blow in that I lay comfortably in bed and watch a movie. I push at my phone, rotate it with my fingers as I consider sending a message or taking a call. The rain drops start to land on the iron rails and wooden slats and I decide not to (make the call).

We said a week but it only took me a matter of a day to realize what needed to be done, so now I'm trying to be patient and wait out that time so i can say my word, have my piece.

I listen to the splattering of rain on the concrete below and listen to tourists as they consider how to stay dry, but it's too late and they know that.

I push the phone under my pillow, make sure the ringer is switched off and draw my hand out, leaving the phone behind so that I can forget about it if it's out of sight. I rewind the movie back past the moment I stopped paying attention and I look out the window, wondering if the rain or the movie will be a better distraction.