Where Am I?

My wheelchair stands in the corner of the room, next to the door. Dreadful paintings are hanging on the wall, there’s a musty carpet lying on the floor. . Where am I? Can somebody tell me which day it is today? Can somebody call my parents? (I miss them every day) . I’m sitting on

This Hotel

I’m in the lobby, An ashtray is lying on the dirty coffee table. Tourist magazines are spread on the front desk that hasn’t been cleaned for years. I can’t bear this hotel anymore. I smell the horrible scent of the breakfast buffet that has been waiting too long for guests that are still sleeping. On