In my dream

In my dream, because I’ve left my pack in the therapist’s office during the appointment, I have to find my way back down to the third floor, from the old hotel’s cluttered fourth and fifth. I can’t find the way down, pushing through vomiting businessmen, private furry parties, bellhop stations and arriving salsa bands.

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