It's late and I'm tired, so I refuse to argue with him any longer. Without waiting for him to tell me which room is mine I charge ahead opening the first door I come to with my fingers crossed I find one of the two bedrooms Courtney promised.
Past the doorway a large king-sized bed with a comfortable looking white fluffy comforter placed in the middle of the room with a second door open to my own private bathroom. It's heaven. The one shining light in an otherwise horrible day.
Well, there was the cake.
And the pizza.
I didn't pack clothing for Chicago nor did I bring a cell phone charger since I didn't know we'd be spending the night, so there's nothing left for me to do than sit on the bed. As I do the comforter fluffs up around me and I lie back and enjoy the softness of the mattres
