They're gone! We were running late to catch our train to Nice, France; we didn't know which track it was on, so we split up and the first one to find it would yell to the others. There was pure chaos and panic and then nothing. The trains were gone and I was standing all alone staring at an empty train track. They left me behind. I can't believe it.
I walked back to the hotel in a daze. The hotel clerk is so nice; he said I can stay one more day for no charge. He walked me up to my room--it's the same one I had--and said if there is anything he can do for me, to just let him know. I'm not doing any sightseeing today. I'm in a funk. I still can't believe they left me. I'm just going to stay close to the hotel and try to write. I'm just not inspired.
Later
I'm in a room on the second floor that has big windows that overlook the street below. I'm looking for ambiance, motivation, inspiration to write. So far nothing is coming to me. I'm hoping that by writing about what happened, I can sort through all the confusion and find clear direction. I'm so tired of feeling this way. What is wrong with me? I want to be happy again.
The hotel clerk brought me lunch. He's concerned for me because the guys left without me.
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