In summary, I basically awoke in Room 12 of the Hotel Infinity somewhere south of a Nondescript Town that looked a lot like Alturas; awoke in a wide bed and alone, save for the empty wine bottle and Chinese Takeout Boxes that, with the ends of chopsticks extruding from one of the boxes, could be mistaken for Birnam Wood Riseth in a different reality; yet the room did bear witness to her, but in Ways Most Subtle, viz. the shady efflorescent aroma of White Linen in the bed sheets, the devil red smear of lipstick on the glass resting on the nightstand, a stray black stiletto on the floor adjacent to that wide bed where she’d haphazardly kicked the shoe off while seeking more dumplings, et cetera, and I knew of Unbounded Wholesomeness and ‘stuff’ as I arose from that bed and peeled open the blinds and stared out from the Room 12’s picture window that afforded a panopticon vista of Eternity outside that Nondescript Town that looked a lot like Alturas, and that she was already poolside.
In a bikini.
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