My Cardboard Balcony

I'm Just Not In The Mood by Belinda Roddie I'm just not in the mood for these petty fragments that you call day-to-day life. And shut up about patience or sacrifice because I'm not interested in your usual fluffy philosophies. Let's, for once, retract all attempts to be calm and deep in a shallow world. Let's instead try to pretend we're shadows on the wall, or puffs of wind bursting from a cold kid's gaping mouth. Let's be nothing, and yet, let's be all the little things that we ignore or take for granted. Dreams may not come true, and adages may not hold weight, but I cannot lose my own life before I die.

The mirage of the hotel wobbled and wavered for just a moment, but after Claire blinked, it was as if she were staring at an oil painting, the smears never melting away from the wall illusions and tricks of the doors and windows. For something that was a mere glitch of the eye and mind, the hotel felt very real - and very, very welcoming.