Honeymoon Suite

the ceiling had a painting on it in our room in France so we were living underneath some angels in a dance and so we went to bed my husband was not feeling well he woke up complaining of an aching in his head that one by one the old and young had come through our room that night he said a hundred people asked if he was all right one by one the old and young lined up to touch his hand he spent the night explaining they had come to the wrong man when we asked her the next day with coffee and a magazine the concierge was less than helpful we went to the desk to pay "what happened in that room?" he asked "a death or something strange?" and returned to him his change she smiled at him politely and this will be a mystery, why none appeared to me? well, what I'd like to know is with all the people in that room when we sleep so close together that our hair becomes entwined I must have missed that moment in the gateway to his mind