Andrea sat up for about the fifth time that night. “Nope. I don’t like it.”
Matthew rolled over and pawed weakly at Andrea’s leg. “It’s all in your head. Please, can we go back to sleep.” When he didn’t hear or feel her move, Matthew raised his head just a fraction to look at Andrea. She was glaring down at him. He sighed, finally recognizing this was not something he was going to be able to just sweep away half asleep. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, pulling the blankets around his waist to keep himself as warm as he could. “Okay. I’m up. What is it you don’t like.”
Andrea pointed at the wall opposite their hotel bed. “Can you honestly not see it?”
Matthew looked at the wall, then back to his lovely girlfriend. “What am I not seeing?”
“I swear that wallpaper is moving.” Andrea shook her pointing finger for emphasis.
Normally, Andrea’s fantastical mind and tendency to overreact was one of the things that made Matthew love her so easily—but they had been driving all day, they had most of a day of driving ahead of them, all ending with him having to spend a lot of time with her boisterous extended family. He needed his sleep tonight.
“Andrea—love—the wallpaper cannot be moving. It is glued to the wall. It is neither magical nor possessed. Can we please, please, go to sleep?”
Andrea at least had the decency to look sheepishly at him. “I can’t, Matty. I tried. I can’t sleep here.”
Matthew sighed, and threw the blankets off himself. “Get on your phone and find another hotel close by. I’ll back the bags.”
Andrea leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Thank you, so very, very much.”