I love sleeping in nice hotel rooms.
I woke up this morning in a queen-sized bed, nestled among three fluffy pillows and covered by a heavy duvet. It felt as though I'd fallen asleep in a cloud, the kind that kids dream of sleeping in before they learn that clouds are just insubstantial globs of frozen water particles. I like that feeling of security, that the rustle of the sheets and the whiteness forming hills and valleys around me can shut out the world. The bed's much wider than what I'm used to sleeping in at home, meaning that I could roll around and stretch every which way without worrying that I'll knock something over or tumble onto the ground. Even with the fire station right beside the hotel and fire trucks wailing their way out in response to alarms all night, I think I had the deepest sleep I've had in forever.
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