You sleep more than I do

“Really,” Eli said, frowning. He hadn’t heard anything about criminal profiling work. “When have you been doing all this?

Thrawn inclined his head. “You sleep more than I do.”

Eli felt his face warm.

~

'Raw'n pompously declared that the pillows were super comfy. I honestly don't think he slept, but he asked for a set for himself anyway.

I love hotel rooms.

Maybe because, for me, they mean vacation (which I love) or conferences (which I also really love).

And, for how much I enjoy traveling with friends, there is a special joy in being alone in a hotel room.

Or, well.

Alone with a 6 inches tall blue alien who doesn't sleep, anyway.

Today's plan, my second jump, is being tested at 8:45 am, in time to fulfill the challenging requirement to land within 24 hours after a negative result with a 17 hours journey ahead, and having the first trip of my life in business class.

After two years of canceled flights and rescheduled mess, I accumulated so many e-tickets coupons that Delta was basically becoming my saving account.

So, I decided.

Spending them all for a business class ride.

Which sounds fancy (and I'm not fancy) and a very adult thing (and I'm SO NOT an adult).

But, I guess, they will get that memo kinda quickly when I will start to take pictures of the above-mentioned —incredibly handsome— lil guy in my very fancy and very adult seat.

There.

Ultimately, I managed to bother you also on this Thrawn Thursday.