After about an hour or so we woke up. Ready to leave the room and go walk around…grab a drink and some food. I got ready and when it came time to leave, grabbed my purse off of the desk and made sure the key was still in there before I walked out the door(habit from staying in so many hotels). I couldn’t find the key. My boyfriend says “I watched you put it in your purse.” In that tone that kind of implies that I am obviously overlooking it. I check again and nope…it’s not in there. He starts looking everywhere around the room. Mumbling under his breath that he saw with his own eyes, me putting the key in my purse as I laid my purse on the desk in front of the bed.
We spent a good 4-5 minutes looking for that damn key. Until my boyfriend sits down at the little table by the window and stares forward towards the bed. I hear him say “Uh, I found the key.” I can just tell by his tone that this is going to be interesting…so as I look at him, I am thinking it is going to be in my purse. I follow the line of site from my boyfriend’s eyes to the bed and see the key. It is laying perfectly under the bed. Lined up with the hard wood flooring. It is directly at the edge of where the bed begins. Now, if you look at the picture, you will see there is barely a crack between the bed and the night stand. If the key had somehow fallen through, it most likely would have fallen through and hit the floor, causing it to be at least crooked…not landing perfectly…in a perfect line…as if it had been methodically placed there.
