. . . B E D  &  B R E A K F A S T . . .

It was his first bed and breakfast experience.  The owners were a bit nosy, though nice enough. The mattress was saggy, hard and dead— he rolled to its quaint center like a wiener on a bun.  Sleep became elusive.  The fan squeaked.  Grunts, bumps, and snores drummed from the other guest rooms. He listened, and repeatedly his mind raced, daydreaming through the night. Who were these people?  What would breakfast be like?  Croissants?  Marmalade?  Porridge?   Which stranger would he sit next to?  The night was long.  In the morning he dressed smart and drifted slowly down the stairs.  Glancing into the dining room, his fears were confirmed. No beautiful countess, just another awkward seating arrangement.  Which chair to take?  
Should he stay a second night?   Was this a vacation?