Each year, millions of travelers cross thresholds into unfamiliar rooms, surrendering a small measure of certainty in exchange for rest. Flight attendants — among the most seasoned of temporary inhabitants — have quietly codified what instinct alone cannot guarantee: a ninety-second ritual of awareness they call the 'hotel room autopsy.' Born from hundreds of nights in rooms governed by varying fire codes and security standards, this six-step practice now extends its quiet counsel to any traveler willing to trade a moment of vigilance for a night of genuine peace.