Published on: 11/10/2014
I need to get away. Life is tiresome here.
My requirements are simple; no farther than fifteen miles, north side of the street, brick building.
I found one with rooms.
I chose one king sized bed, on the tenth floor.
Two double beds seemed meaningless.
The elevator was fast.
The doors squeaked opened.
The sign pointed to the left.
I opened the door, putting my bag on the floor.
The adventure was wearying.
I am bored in this location, too.