I’m not sure if this hotel room makes me uncomfortable or soothes me. It feels, more than anything, “lived in”. Completely unrefined, yet somewhat pleasant to be in. Maybe. The carpet is overly firm, and the blankets on the beds are an ugly mixture of red and green, and for some reason there’s a sink next to the doorway.
I look at the walls, and nothing is where it should be. The lights are mounted at a tilt. The lightshade leans to the left, no matter what I do to try and fix it. The TV is permanently set in a position where it’s partially hanging off the side of the little table it sits upon. The curtains don’t fold like they should. It’s too messy.
That picture on the wall bugs me most of all. It’s of some sort of lake, reflecting trees, reflecting a mountain, reflecting a sun. It’s too gray. I’m not sure why it’s here, and it’s making me feel awkward.
The hallways here feel bigger than the last hotel, but I don’t think they are. They’re even more unnerving. All the emergency lights have long since died, but there’s one in the corner that continues to flicker. Three seconds off, one on, three seconds off, one on. The heater pulses in time, the noise ebbing and flowing in eighth note slurs. The ripples in my watter bottle are awfully staccato.
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