Hotel

Quietly she awoke, watching silently as the early morning light laughed, lazily spinning silky golden chiffon on the loom that was her window. She wandered downstairs, fixed a cup of tea and ventured onto the lush and fragrant grounds. The dawn, drenched and sweet, hosted silver threads that playfully danced towards her, spiraling from amongst the cottonwoods. Planting herself in the soft grass, she delighted in a symphony of perfectly tuned cicadas performing their glorious exoskeletal overture, gratefully allowing them to usher in the unfolding of her day.