Love, New York

The Dove Letter

*Brooklyn*

I groaned as the light shinned through the windows next to my bed, awaking me from my deep slumber. Slowly I sat up in Michelle and I's bed, the soft plush comforter falling down to my hips. I looked around the messy hotel room to find out I was the only one awake, but it looked like a tornado blew across the room, I am completely baffled by how we managed to make this big of a mess in one night. The clock on the bedside table read 8:49 am, I let out a small moan wishing I could have slept more. Sluggishly I got up from the bed, headed to the bathroom and right into the walk in shower, hoping that the shower could wash away my pounding headache.

I sat in the shower for what felt like hours, the hot water relaxing all my muscles and soothing my head. Once I turned off the water I grabbed the lush bathrobe the hotel provided. When I exited the bathroom I found the two young girls typing away on their phones and Michelle still passed out.

"Good morning ladies," I smiled at them.

"We are hungry," Kylie complained.

I chuckled at them, "I slept well thanks for asking." I said walking towards my suitcase before I got there I turned back to the girls. "Wake up Mich, get ready and we can go have breakfast."

Kylie and Bethany looked at each other before throwing down their phones and rushing to Michelle bed, the girls ran to the bed jumping up and down on Michelle.

"But I'm not done yet Falling for your fool's gold," Bethany sang.

While Kylie sang "singing Midnight memories, oh, oh, oh, oh."

"Get off of me you midnight fool's" Michelle yelled before turning onto her stomach and placed a pillow over her head.

"Mich get your fat butt up, I'm hungry!" Bethany said pulling at her arm like a four year old.

"Fine, I'm up now leave me alone."

"Go get ready so we can go eat then explore before the concert," I laughed pushing them off the bed.

"You couldn't have done that sooner? This wine hangover sucks."

"You have five minutes to get up before I dump ice on you." I threatened her, before heading back to my suitcase. I rummaged through it until I located my white cut off shorts and worn out snug black Rolling Stones Tank. Quickly slipping it on before turning to the mirror to check my outfit before working on my hair and makeup. Deciding to leave my hair natural, but to do a slightly more dramatic makeup. Even though I hardly wore any I loved to do makeup. I kept the foundation and powder light but doing a darker smoky eye, and a deep red lip color.

When I was putting everything back into my suitcase I saw the book page from the man in the elevator and I slowly picked it up and examined it.

The text from the book was a poem:

Goodbye my dove,
We may part for now,
But never forget my vow

No Distance and time
Can keep you from being mine,

For you my heart will always yen

Goodbye my dove,
My one and only love.

I read over the words, that held such a powerful message, a few times. Noticing blue ink that had bleed threw the page I turned the paper around to reveal the handwriting of my elevator man. My fingers traced his bubbly handwriting, when I reached the numbers my fingers stopped. My brain was traveling in a million diffrent directions, thinking of all possibilities that could happen if I were to text him. The best and least likely would be he would be a complete gentleman, we would hang out and part ways in a few days when I left. And the most likely possibility would be he was some crazy nut job who would most likely kill me.