I am drinking coffee in the hotel lobby.
The carpets were once a rich red – faded now, I must admit. The young man at the front desk has not been at home within himself for years.
I don’t think he notices me.
Only one more body occupies the room. A woman. She stands by the window, looking out to the sea as though it is her lost love.
I can see the melancholy flooding through her eyes. What I would give to flick through her thoughts at this moment.
I stare into my mug. The dark liquid is no mirror. She must function as my reflection – whole, emotional.
She is there.
She is human.
What does she think of me?
What would she think of the things I have seen?
What have I seen?
I want the sea.
The carpets were once a rich red – faded now, I must admit. The young man at the front desk has not been at home within himself for years.
I don’t think he notices me.
Only one more body occupies the room. A woman. She stands by the window, looking out to the sea as though it is her lost love.
I can see the melancholy flooding through her eyes. What I would give to flick through her thoughts at this moment.
I stare into my mug. The dark liquid is no mirror. She must function as my reflection – whole, emotional.
She is there.
She is human.
What does she think of me?
What would she think of the things I have seen?
What have I seen?
I want the sea.
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