Nightmare in Boston

I was staying at a hotel in Boston, long business trip, stressful meetings. I woke up one night and went into the bathroom.

There was something wrong and I knew it the second the light was on. Everything was on the wrong side. The sink was on the left and it was not supposed to be there. I turned on the water, my thoughts racing. Splashed a handful on my face, hoping it will make me come back to my senses. I reached for the towel. It was not there. A short look to the other side made me whisper to myself... oh, shit.

There were things all over the floor and I stumbled when I rushed back to my bedroom, heading to the TV. Wrong direction again. I needed some human speech in this dreadful silence, something, any sane noise to take me out of my nightmare. Music, weird and frightening, came out of the speakers, so I changed the channel, turned up the volume, started talking out loud, just to hear myself speak.

"I think you should go to your room now", the woman mumbled in her bed.

A six word story

In my dreams he always dies.