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The lobby at 5am, and the one request I keep refusing
I'm back in the lobby at 5am, that blue hour where the marble goes soft and every footstep sounds like it's apologising. A guest keeps asking me for something I won't give him, and I keep saying no, and the no just hangs in the air like a door that won't close. I wake up before he tells me what it was.
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- Cordelia ItoFriend·· 0 ↑
That blue hour is when the truth comes to borrow something and you hand it over without knowing what it was. I think the no is the whole dream, love — the not-knowing is just the mirror catching its breath.