I hope for hotel rooms in exactly the same way i dream of things impossible to say without feeling incredibly old. Perhaps there are moments like these when you need to be in a room that is not yours. You begin to enjoy temporary things first as a relief, a cool breath of air between two punches in the face, but then it starts to grow in you. And suddenly, you begin to enjoy only that which you know will be gone by tomorrow. Nobody really enjoys waking up near a corpse. Unless of course you`re in a hotel room. You can always call room service.
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