sometimes i look at my new bathroom and and i feel like i'm transported back to the times when i used to take hot showers in hotel bathrooms at 4.30 in the morning, bleary-eyed but happy, and sated. i'd dry myself off, crawl back into bed and snuggle under the covers once more, only to be awoken by someone poking me and telling me we're late. and that i've missed the buffet breakfast, again.
i love buffet breakfasts at hotels. i love staring at the large buffet spread in front of me. i'd smile to myself and wonder where to start. i love taking multiple plates of food and piling them in front of me. i love looking at someone i love over breakfast in my semi-decent pajamas and messy bed hair, while he tells me i've never looked more beautiful.