I lifted my laptop off my chest, retreating from my blankety fort. I sat up quickly, staring at the wall for a few moments. My back began to sway unvoluntarily, though, and I flopped back down. I pulled the blanket back onto me, forgetting to cover my frozen toes. I tried again, throwing off the blanket and putting it back on, this time covering my feet.
The room seemed quiet. But when one payed more attention to noise, it was apparent that it was quite loud. The balcony door was open and the whir of traffic filled the suite. The resort had such a beauty to it, though, that one's concentration would be centered on their surroundings and and not the cars outside.
Due to the balcony door being open, the room had become quite chilly. As I lay there, I thought deeply about the sounds outside. I heard the tires of cars passing through puddles. It must have rained last night, I thought. As I listened even closer, I anticipated that I heard the pitterpatter of rain. It wasn't too much of a suprise. It was mid-June but Vancouver was a rainy place, summer or not. I was not in Vancouver anymore though. I was in Whistler. Two hours away. I had expected it to be really sunny in Whistler, but it was just as Vancouver. Cold and wet.
