Vegas Morning

Daylight crept through the covers of my sheets and pulled me back into the quiet, still air of the late afternoon, my Vegas morning. I followed the line of light that had split through the hotel curtains and looked outside. A barren expanse of dust and construction littered the ground below. Almost nothing was alive from this side of the pyramid, except for the crane machine shifting dirt from one pile to another; just toys in the sandbox. It was time to leave.