Take me home where I belong

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I open the door to my room and gasp. It's the nicest room I've ever been in. It has a queen size bed with a flat screen tv on the wall opposite the bed. There's a really nice nightstand next to the bed, with a cool lamp on it. On the other side of the bed is a minifridge with a flat top, so I can put other snacks and stuff there. There's a small door in one corner, which I open to find a huge walk in closet. In the corner adjacent to the closet, there's a sliding door to the bathroom, which has both a shower and a bathtub. In the corner across from the bathroom is a desk with a nice rolly chair. And the best part is, the room has hardwood flooring with tile in the bathroom.

 (That's what ur room looks like currently

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(That's what ur room looks like currently. Will get customised as the story moves along. Perhaps u'll get a bigger room)

I carry my stuff over to the bed and set it down, just standing there in awe. I've never really seen a room this nice, much less gotten to stay in one. It seems to good to be true.
"Friday," I ask tentatively, "are there speakers in this room I can connect to?"
"Yes miss," she says, "the name is guest bedroom 40."
"Thank you," I say. I take out my phone and connect to the speakers. I open my Spotify premium account that I don't pay for and play my quiet playlist. The first song that comes on is "Featherstone" by the Paper Kites. I lay on my bed in the starfish position and meditate for a while. I slip into the void state and must have been in there for a while, because when a knock at the door jolts me from the void, sixteen songs have passed.

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