Hotel room

admin May 29th, 2008

Hotel room
The bed is covered in a floral patterned quilt that hangs down over the edges like a weeping willow over the bank of a river. I throw the cold electronic key onto the dull surface of the bench, it makes a dull clunk. Like the sound of my body wanting to rest, I collapse onto the firm […]

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