We were on a budget on our road trip up the coast to
Portland, so I booked us at the cheapest motels on the way. I told my boyfriend
that we shouldn’t sleep on top of the covers because I had watched a TV special
that said motels never wash them. He lifted the comforter and found washed-out
bloodstains on his and my side of the bed. The motel ran out of clean bed
sheets and we argued about which was worse to sleep on. He slept on the covers
and I slept under, wrapped head to toe with clothing.
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