50 Shades Of Green

Chapter Eight

I parked my van and walked into reception, suitcase in hand.

"Can I help you?" I heard a lady say from behind the desk. I looked over and saw that she had shoulder length, greying hair and a pair of lilac rimmed glasses.

"Uhm, yes that would be great. I'd like to book a two week stay please?" I replied with a hint of anxiety in my voice.

She gave me a warm smile that calmed my nerves, before asking for my information and discussing prices.

It was a cheap stay but I knew that I'd struggle with money if I were to live on my own, I had been out of work for two months after I was caught with whiskey in my desk drawer, I was immediately fired afterwards. Miss Piggy was the soul provider between us, even though she still liked to use my savings for her 'recreational activities' such as trips to the salon or shopping.

The desk lady, who I now knew as Sharron, lead me to my room after a brief few minutes of conversation, smiled at me, then left.

The room was overwhelmingly beige, but I couldn't complain, it was a warm and safe place to stay on a low budget.

It was already midday and I could feel myself craving a drink. There were so many possibilities in the drinking world, all with the same result, numbing my mind of thoughts or worries that have been building up.

I decided to walk over to my suitcase which had been discarded on the floor, and take out my most expensive bottle of scotch, aged 27 years, which was obviously an essential and one of the first things I grabbed when packing.

All of the memories of earlier came rushing back to me, I sat down on the floor against the base of the bed and turned on the tv, taking a swig from the bottle in a desperate attempt to forget the fight I had with Miss Piggy, the possibility of losing the kids, and the financial debt I would inevitably be in.

What was I even doing with my life? I'm just a muppet, with no ambitions, no real friends, and a fucking drinking problem.

Hours had passed and a large portion of the bottle had been emptied before I passed out on the floor.

I dreamt of a large figure, it walked towards me and embraced me. I couldn't get a proper glimpse of what the figure looked like, the face was blurry and indistinguishable, but I felt safe and warm in it's arms.