Rest-Stop

You’ve been walking for a good while before you see a white building rover a hill. A Rest-Stop for trucks and cars on their road trips. It’s a good place to use the bathroom and get cleaned up a little.

On this morning, trucks line the entrance going in. Dark curtains and windows protect the driver inside as you pass by. The gas area come up, and a few SUVs and sedans are being filled by mostly Dads or husbands getting ready for their drive. You pass them all and walk though the public restroom door into the dingy restroom with stains, peeling paint on the walls, and mirrors spotted with water stains. Despite this, it’s a relitivly good restroom.

You stop in front of a mirror, eating your features and body. Smiling you turn away, and walk into a bathroom stall.

You hang your backpack on a hook, then turn opening your pants, and take a long piss into the toilet. Your head is tilted up, looking at the ceiling, but an odd whistling noise catches your attention. Quickly you look down and around you to a small hole in the wall that whistles at you again.