We met at hotel

Kennewick WA

Description

It was a cooler summer evening, and I had reserved a room at that hotel (YOU know the one). I had the door propped as you passed down the hall, searching to fulfill some secret desires that most people are ashamed to discuss with one another. You walked in, to realize that you were in a safe space with others that wanted a taste of the same longing desires. We all smiled, and relaxed. There was much comfort, and with that came exploration and experiencing. And everyone came, as they were supposed to, since that's why we were all there. Is this a dream, or a memory? One that we are all still supposed to make? Hotel dreams