I ate my chocolate mouse,
staring at the giant LED screen across the road,
flashing dreams and prizes, stories untold,
old men spouting 'insights'—
they sold me ideas,
as the bright lights creeped,
seeping into my room through edges of closed curtains.
Sensitive sleepers, beware,
steer clear of rooms ending in five,
where the glow fights your dreams,
fighting to stay alive.
Small room, but just right,
warm showers, pleasant and bright.
The bed held me tight,
the clock—living in its future—
we came to an agreement,
on the interpretation of time,
a mutual understanding,
not yours, not mine.
The fridge stayed quiet,
not a hum, not a fight,
just a silent roommate through the night.
And the staff?
Lovely, kind, they made my stay easy,
let me check in early—
life felt a little less busy.