Hotel

It was cold and lonely in the hotel room she stayed at. A bitter sweet nuisance. Ann was going to part ways with her lover. Hoping that this would clear her conscious. And fade away the love that she felt for Paul. It was hard to remember her life without him, but eventually all of the feelings for him would change. Turn into something that she would regret. Snow was falling at the present time. It would melt her heart and turn her to stone. At the moment it was surprising that the boundaries of the hotel room were passed to another paramount. And yet she was wondering where to start and bound the past moments together. Sarah was so happy that now she could write again to which she had longed for at the moment. Ultimate boundaries would suffice. Hey ladies let us party until the night has passed. That was just a random thought passing by and continuing through the morning to come.

The past facade would never end. It would power out to infinity. And beyond, just like Toy Story and the great conclusion of life. She is going to go to hell for this assumption. Not too far off base though. An augmented version of what was to come. And so far she was enjoying it. Growing up in the hood she had regained most of her composure. The razors she had used to mellow herself out were still in the back of her mind.

She gazed into the mirror and told herself to stop using the dope. She knew it was going to be harder to do than her mind told her. The lines on her face told her different. Sarah would trash the room before she left and leave every trace of the powder to dust in. The fuzz would not be able to piece together what happened in the room. And that was a positive piece of information. That was going to be spread into tomorrow. And part of today as well. It was going to be epic.

The room was a twisted shade of black with blue trim. Black and blue get it? Just like a bruise crossed with tar. Last night the room had been cleaned and impatient as well. As well as something to do with nothing. The flower pot in the corner of the room held a bunch of dead sunflowers. Those were Sarah's favorite flowers. And they had become an important corner stone in her life. A stone with edges that were razor sharp, but i am straying from the point of the story.

She could not get the key to work on the room that would send her into ecstasy. It was 304 the room with the anchor wedged in the door. It stood apart from the other one's. The floor of the room was a checkered miasma of aqua. An aqua that made your head spin. And sent you reeling into hysterical fits that were quick to conclude as well as compromise.

304 was a magic number a number that sent heads spinning in agony. It was also somewhere that she could unload her magic thoughts without worrying who would hear them. Although she could manage to hide something else would that matter to anybody but herself? We will see. Or we may not. Otherwise the distance that the munchkins could see would reel back in time. Sarah was not sure what was funnier or not. It did not really matter. To her at least. It was over and done with. The smoke rings of 304 were tilted somehow.