Why are we here
Asks Alice
We are not on holiday
We have never
Stayed in an hotel
We imagine a big red bed
Windows and clouds
Birds gently
Humming in the trees
We are alive
Our pulse
Rests
Like a calm ocean
All is peaceful
A song
A smile
Clean sheets
And heavy curtains
We will sleep
Dream and play
This is our hotel
Magical and real.
