I woke up, they were playing an old song from the 1930s on the radio and it had just hit 6:30 on my watch.
I rubbed my eyes, I could still feel the dream biting into my mind.
Small hotel room, not too many comforts, one washing-up bowl and what could be called a toilet. When I got overwhelmed.
I left the room. My room was probably the cheapest, or it was devoid of everything, the only comfort is a small chest of drawers and a bed.
Walking through the corridor, I saw many open rooms and curiosity always won to at least peek at what was there.
Room 7 was amazing, the richest I've ever seen, a beautiful pink sofa in the middle, a painting on the wall drawn by a famous painter, and at the far end of the room a large radio broadcasting the latest Benn Hugins programs.
There was nobody, not too many people at this hour. Moving on, I saw room 22 Small, a bit like mine, here with nice blue wallpaper and a chandelier that illuminated the entire room. Going down the stairs, I wondered how long I was staying here, but I couldn't remember if I had been here for so long that I don't remember anymore.
Downstairs the receptionist nodded to me when I wanted to leave he called me that he had a letter for me. I took the letter and decided to go back to my room. I sat down and started reading.
This letter was unclearly written or in a foreign language, I could not decipher the various strange forms written on the piece of paper. I returned to the receptionist, who unfortunately could not read the letter.
I was headed to leave the hotel, but I felt hungry and returned to my room, I remember having some food somewhere in the room. Entering the room it felt like something was different. I sat down on the bed, which was oddly softer than usual.
There were two buttered slices on the dresser on the napkin and I ate both. I went to the bathroom which was also a toilet there was also a mirror. I looked at myself, didn't remember anything, I probably drank too much and had to hit my head, hence the sudden amnesia.
Suddenly, the light that I had in my temporary bathroom went out. I heard voices. Please follow me here. Strange, I ran out of the room but no one was there, but the voices were like in my room. I think he's going crazy. Again the voices, more and more clear, can even feel these people, but why can't I see them. We'll take care of it, gentlemen. I stand and don't know how to react, a thousand voices around me, but no faces.
I decided to lie down because I felt weak at the thought that I must be going crazy. I close my eyes and for a split second I see myself when I'm dying, and the policemen around me are inspecting the scene, shouting, we'll take care of it. I quickly open my eyes, an old song from the 1930s is playing on the radio and it's 6:30 on my watch. I got dressed and left my little hotel room
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