Don’t forget who you are.
Something about this message felt incorrect, like bad table manners or an uninvited visitor making himself at home in my house. It just didn’t sit well with me.
I placed the cash and the bank card on the table, and screwed up the strange note, dropping it in the small bin by the bed.
Looking out the huge window, green perfectly manicured fields stretched for miles in the morning rays of the sun. The windows possessed no means of opening them, but gentle air conditioning was taking care of the room’s comfort level.
I walked into the bathroom and was dazzled by the beauty of it. A huge vanity mirror glowed over a marble wash basin, a polished floor that glistened, and a huge bath tub with controls that suggested it doubled as a Jacuzzi. I turned off the tap; the source of the dripping and smiled automatically. The impulse was to draw a bath, relax on the bed while waiting for the bath to run, enjoy the bath, get changed, and head out the room. The powerful urge that the world was mine for the taking, coursed through my body – it was a great feeling.
Following that exact plan, I left the room dressed in the only clothes that hung in the wardrobe; a blue shirt and black trousers with a silver buckle belt and polished black shoes. I had pocketed the bank card and cash and looked at myself in the mirror before I left the room. My appearance felt familiar and good. I had confidence in it and grinned before departing.
Stepping out into the corridor, the exterior of the room matched the opulence of the room itself. This place was exquisite. The same bouncy red carpet and freshly varnished wooden panelling on the walls, decorated it. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling all the way down the corridor and other guests were exiting their rooms with a similar expression of tranquillity in their disposition. A smile emerged on my face again - it was almost challenging to resist it. Everything just felt so good.
Two extremely attractive hotel employees passed by - one blond and one brunette with flawless makeup application and slender figures. They were dressed in black shirts and matching trousers with oval golden name tags on their chests, clearly betraying their employment at the resort.
“Good morning Mr Charles,” they said in unison.
“Morning,” I said. It was as if I was hearing my own voice for the first time and yet again, there was a warmth and familiarity. I was excited. Life was just beginning.
At that moment, a loud speaker clicked on and a gentle female voice breezed into the atmosphere.
“Morning guests of Green Hill Suites. Please make your way to the lobby where we will be checking you out. We wish you well and hope you’ve enjoyed your stay with us. Thank you.”
I shrugged, not knowing at all what I done during my stay. I then walked in the direction that others were headed, completely oblivious about what was going on.