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There I was. Loitering in the lobby of her heart, after a long flight the only thing on my mind was rest. The aroma was nice, stepping in through the double doors. Following the stretch of carpet to the front desk. Air conditioner stationed right above the door soon as you walked in. Almost feeling myself sink into the splash of a fresh comforter. I stood at the front counter waiting to be checked in. Didn't quite feel like home. The longer I waited the more anxious I became. Messing around with the pen chained to the desk. Making circles and snake like motions with the chain. Noticing the dust under one of those small relaxation fountains at the closest end of the receptionist's desk. The hum growing louder signifying that the water needed to be refilled. More interesting. There were no vacancies. Good that I made reservations a month before time. Noticing the aquarium over by the elevator. There I stood loitering in the lobby. Patiently waiting. After a while, it sinks in that all lobbies are the same. An endless void of waiting. Was it absurd that I envied the fish watching me from the aquarium. It's a strong possibility that he fell asleep watching me wait as the receptionist hasn't quite made it back yet
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
So I Held My Breath
There I was. Loitering in the lobby of her heart, after a long flight the only thing on my mind was rest. The aroma was nice, stepping in through the double doors. Following the stretch of carpet to the front desk. Air conditioner stationed right above the door soon as you walked in. Almost feeling myself sink into the splash of a fresh comforter. I stood at the front counter waiting to be checked in. Didn't quite feel like home. The longer I waited the more anxious I became. Messing around with the pen chained to the desk. Making circles and snake like motions with the chain. Noticing the dust under one of those small relaxation fountains at the closest end of the receptionist's desk. The hum growing louder signifying that the water needed to be refilled. More interesting. There were no vacancies. Good that I made reservations a month before time. Noticing the aquarium over by the elevator. There I stood loitering in the lobby. Patiently waiting. After a while, it sinks in that all lobbies are the same. An endless void of waiting. Was it absurd that I envied the fish watching me from the aquarium. It's a strong possibility that he fell asleep watching me wait as the receptionist hasn't quite made it back yet
kewayne-wadley
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
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