Mike went with his friend and colleague, Bruno, to Utah on Friday. They each checked into their motel rooms and then went on about a 4-5 mile walk around Salt Lake City. When they retired for the night they agreed to meet at 7:00 the following morning to get a start on the day. Mike, an avid reader, lay in bed and read his book until about 1:00 am. Then he took out his hearing aid and went to sleep. All night long he kept waking up and glancing at the clock, not wanting to oversleep.
The next morning at 7:00 Bruno was awake and ready to go. He looked out into the hall to see if Mike was there. No Mike.
He tried calling him on his phone. No answer.
He tried knocking on his door. No answer.
Bruno was getting agitated. Maybe Mike died in the middle of the night. He knew about the sleep apnea. This was not good. How was he going to tell Linda that Mike died?
Bruno tracked down a member of housekeeping and talked them into opening Mike's door. I'm sure it was with dread as they turned the knob and entered the room. The alarm was beeping, without any movement from Mike to turn it off.
Mike, blissfully sleeping away, was started by someone shaking him. "What, what, what?" He sputtered.
I don't know if Bruno was more annoyed that he was given such a fright, or relieved that he didn't have a deceased friend.
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