hind·sight.

recognition of the realities or possibilities

 of a situation, event, decision etc.,

 after its occurrence.

It was 11:14 PM when it happened
But let me factor in day light savings
At least give me that--so I can feel a little better
So...It was 12:14 AM
And I was jolted--transported out of a pleasant dreamland
Into a terrible / fiery / hellish reality
I wasn't in my bed
No
I was in a hotel
I was lucky to have fallen asleep at all
I'm one of those people
Those people who do not sleep well--period
Let alone in hotel rooms
It took me a moment to remember where I was
To orient myself
To realize why I had woken up
There were, If measuring off of volume alone
Forty teenage girls laughing, screaming,
And racing down the hallway
They were staying in a room
That very possibly could have been the one I was once sleeping in
Yes, I was certain that this mob of girls
Had somehow gotten into our room
I checked it out and sure enough
Our extra lock was still in place and secure
Somehow--some impossible way
Emma, Eva, and Kristi didn't wake up
I waited.
Positive it would only take a minute
Until they were wide-eyed and irritated too
But it didn't happen
And I am convinced
That if there were a fire alarm sounding
Above their heads
They wouldn't stir
I was baffled and jealous
I still am frankly
That they could just continue on sleeping...
Enough time had passed that I was fuming
I almost went out in my nightgown
To yell at these young girls.
I had lost my mind (clearly)
I talked myself into just calling the front desk
I spoke with Paula--a very kind woman
Who promised to call security
And get things quieted down immediately
I hung up the phone and sat there
Not feeling satisfied and proud
But feeling sad and sick and maybe even sorry
Because guess what?
I have been one of those loud girls
On the other side of the much-too-thin hotel wall
With my friends
I have gotten in trouble for simply having fun
And I feel sorry.
Sorry for stealing a restful night's sleep from people I don't know
But I am more sorry/sad for ruining
A funny, happy, competitive girls night
That the young girls next door had going on
At 12:14 AM I became a real, lame adult
And I want it back.