“I’m finally here,”Herman mumbled as he placed his luggage next to the door.
He cleared his throat several times before knocking on the door three times politely. There was no response, as expected. Before he could fumble for the keys in one of his pockets, the door opened slowly, revealing a neat, basic room.
“Thanks,” he said, glancing briefly around the room. There was a single bed in front, below large windows, as well as a small table and chair adjacent to it. The room looked nicer compared to online advertisement with an underexposed photo.
Herman dragged his luggage inside, before lying on the bed. It was a relief to rest properly after several hours of sitting stiffly in the train carriage filled with snoring passengers. He buried his face into the lavender scented pillow and relaxed in his peaceful space.
In his dream, a lady with long hair sat on the window frame, her legs dangling freely in the air. She looked weightless, like a bird perching on