After a while the phone was silent, looking almost awkward sitting on the granite floor. For a moment I felt ashamed that I was living in this fantasy. Some times it seems as if real life keeps flying by and I’m just sitting there watching with my face pressed hard against the glass.
The light was soft this morning. Overcast skies and a gusty wind made the summer heat unimportant today. They also added affect to the fantasy reality I couldn’t (and didn’t really want to) pull myself from.
The courtyard was empty all morning, which allowed me to talk so freely on the phone earlier. Now, the emptiness of the space was comforting. Stone pillars rose from the granite covered ground up the two stories that surrounded this little secluded square. Dark green vines blanketed the walls up above and their ends dangled overhead like the tails of a thousand lizards gripping the stone – twitching in the breeze that drifted over the roofless top of the courtyard.
Eager to stay in this mood I strolled over to one of the numbered rooms lining the interior and twisted the knob. Inside I asked Raimey for another double espresso and smiled when she asked me if I thought she needed new shoes.
“Yes Raimey, I think you do need some new shoes,” I said. She didn’t, but wanted me to say she did so she’d have an excuse. “You’ve been good for a while, treat yourself.”
She smiled back and handed me my teeny white coffee cup that seemed a better fit in a dollhouse than in this place. She added a mark to the tally on the wall with a piece of chalk and disappeared into the back. There were several columns in her ledger-on-the-wall indicating that I wasn’t the only one in this fantasy.
I wandered back to my table and sat the cup down next to my laptop. The truly amazing here is how well everything is hidden. The electric outlet that keeps my computer glowing is hardly visible on the ground under some plants. Had a newcomer wandered inside he would be amazed that there was power at all here, let-alone outlets in the floor. They spared no expense during the remodeling process. Even a high-speed wireless Internet connection that granted secure access to anyone valued enough to get their own password.
The light was soft this morning. Overcast skies and a gusty wind made the summer heat unimportant today. They also added affect to the fantasy reality I couldn’t (and didn’t really want to) pull myself from.
The courtyard was empty all morning, which allowed me to talk so freely on the phone earlier. Now, the emptiness of the space was comforting. Stone pillars rose from the granite covered ground up the two stories that surrounded this little secluded square. Dark green vines blanketed the walls up above and their ends dangled overhead like the tails of a thousand lizards gripping the stone – twitching in the breeze that drifted over the roofless top of the courtyard.
Eager to stay in this mood I strolled over to one of the numbered rooms lining the interior and twisted the knob. Inside I asked Raimey for another double espresso and smiled when she asked me if I thought she needed new shoes.
“Yes Raimey, I think you do need some new shoes,” I said. She didn’t, but wanted me to say she did so she’d have an excuse. “You’ve been good for a while, treat yourself.”
She smiled back and handed me my teeny white coffee cup that seemed a better fit in a dollhouse than in this place. She added a mark to the tally on the wall with a piece of chalk and disappeared into the back. There were several columns in her ledger-on-the-wall indicating that I wasn’t the only one in this fantasy.
I wandered back to my table and sat the cup down next to my laptop. The truly amazing here is how well everything is hidden. The electric outlet that keeps my computer glowing is hardly visible on the ground under some plants. Had a newcomer wandered inside he would be amazed that there was power at all here, let-alone outlets in the floor. They spared no expense during the remodeling process. Even a high-speed wireless Internet connection that granted secure access to anyone valued enough to get their own password.
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