napsymptote

this empty hotel restaurant is a good nap atmosphere. if only i could doze off in public. lively jazz wafts in from the lobby, incoherent concierge conversation choppily cuts through the music at odd intervals, silverware clinks from tables being set in the back of the restaurant, and a soft afternoon light reflects off the glossy floor tiles, tempting my eyelashes to lower, lower, low… the lanky doorman keeps walking in and out of the front doors. he wears glasses and stands outside the lobby, squinting into the chilly street and opening the door for whoever bustles in with their bags and companion who they randomly found out there in the world. i don’t think i can do anything else until i sleep. my eyelids want to close. so badly.

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