Smells of Smoke

This place smells like smoke.

Coming down the wide, carpeted stairs. Holding onto the polished brass banisters. Listening to the echoes of voices near and far. Watching people come and go across the open floor of the hotel lobby.

With the late afternoon sun reflecting off the building across the street and shining thru the 20-story wall of glass. With the cloudless blue sky behind.

This could kind of be nice.

But the place smells like smoke, and that kind of ruins the other stuff.

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