Room Nine

It is very late. Idris comes into the hotel. He is tired.

“Hello,” he says to the clerk. “Can I have a room, please?”

“Of course. Here is your key. Room nine.”

“Is there a toilet in the room?”

“Yes, there is. And there is a phone by the bed.”

“Thank you. I want to call my family tonight.” Idris looks at the key. “I am very far from home.”

The clerk smiles. “Then call now. It is morning there.”