A Brief Moment Of Rest

I opened my eyes and sat up in the chair, and the jet was already landing.

As we descended into Miami, I looked out the window, and took in the beautiful landscape below.

The sun-soaked beaches and glittering skyscrapers seemed a world away from the deadly games I had just endured.

The aircraft landed softly with a gentle thud, and the flight attendant's voice echoed through the cabin, announcing our arrival.

Stephanie gathered her belongings, and we made our way off the jet.

The warm air from the city of Florida greeted us as we stepped out onto the airfield.

Several sleek black cars were parked waiting for us, and we were transported to a luxurious hotel overlooking the ocean.

We arrived there not long after, and the drive was mostly uneventful.

We approached the reception desk, and the receptionist, a young man, handed us keycards for our respective rooms.

"We hope you enjoy your stay," he said with a warm smile, and I appreciated his friendly yet professional tone.

Stephanie