4 years of hotel work has taught me that crazies like to congregate in the lobby. An overwhelming feeling like a string taut but still managing to knot brings them downstairs, out of the confinements of an overpriced room. Before they came for the window, now they come for the fireplace. All the time it's for the conversation. On my side all I see is endless talking-- all they see is an ear with legs.
But, I'm the one who spends all day with the window, admiring the cut and the way it reflects rainbows onto the floor or the ceiling or even the couch, depending on the time of day. I've warmed my toes next to the fire more than any of them. I'm the one that sits and listens and doesn't say anything in return.
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