next to me

It was 3am when I heard the notification on his phone. His body tensed up.
I left the hotel and drifted into the streets filled with with the unwashed night folk the city had forsaken.
By morning, I slept beside someone else, a body without history or consequence.
At least it was at a Hilton this time; he begged me to stay.
I threw all of my clothes and finery into the dumpster next to the hotel. I kept my shoes.