This morning right before I woke up, I had a strange dream. Michael and I had both traveled somewhere for work. I was dealing with a change in process for coding invoices. The GL code was changing, and there was a problem that was going to affect someone’s paycheck. Once we got that sorted out, we met back at the hotel to check in.
This is where it got weird. The hotel was a boutique hotel. It was the only one that had available rooms, and we knew it was going to be weird because they made us book separate rooms.
Michael was on the fifth floor, and I was on the top floor. They called them by weird names. Like mine was the rooftop room XXX. When we checked in, it was an old couple who owned the place. The woman explained that men and women had to stay in separate rooms and sex wasn’t allowed.
Then she went over to the sink and started preparing pitchers of iced tea and lemonade. Her husband said that she made the best lemonade and that it was an old recipe really hard to find.
The husband explained that on Michael’s floor, certain rooms received “visitors” (not for sex, of course) but apparently everything but. I was very unhappy by this. They said that new laws were being passed that would limit this, and Michael suggested they just stop doing that.
We went to our separate rooms, and were told to be very quiet. I got to my room, and the door didn’t shut all the way – there was a large crack in it. I changed clothes and turned on the tv, and there was a movie playing that I had wanted to see called “The small things” or something like that.
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