You open the door to your room rather warily, but are relieved to find that there's no-one inside waiting with a length of piano wire to garotte you, and, furthermore, that the hotel management has been sweet enough to provide a bottle of champagne for your post-opera enjoyment.
You toss the painting onto a chair, kick off your shoes, and determine to ensure that whatever happens tomorrow you're going to get a damned good night's sleep to prepare for it.
Wake up
to a brand new day.