When I sleep in someplace else other than m y ow n bedroom , I always get sensitive over every little things.

such as: opening doors and the fridge, feeling the scratch of the curtain rods and a pole when I open the curtain,

wondering which lights turn on when I turn te random switches, peeing,leaning my body on a nun- familiar chair and a bed.

But everything is mingled and mixed because the typical hotel rooms are so much a like my bed-room. My own bedroom is convenient but it doesn’t go along with me who expects to be sleeping in some place else someday.

I have imagined the perfect hotel for me who have always thought about sleeping in some place else. Some place that does not spoil the possibilities of fascinating sensitive experiences in the new place but still makes us to imagine and expect the special moment of space and yet some space where I can meet someone like me.