To think is to be aware and to remember what you have perceived. Thoughts help you form opinions and gather your ideas. Thoughts bring you to conclusions and new ways of thinking. So, every single day, I stop and I think.
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A book in which I...
I push my cart to the side along the ugly patterned wall and glance down at my list to see what hotel room I needed to clean next.
Room 221 my list reads.
Room 221 it is!
I wait for a family consisting of a mother and her two children to walk past, sending them a small smile before I push my cart into the walkway and make my way to Room 221.
The scenery stays the same as I weave through the halls, avoiding people in my wake.
I wonder if I am the only hotel maid that low-key gets so bored while working that she starts thinking of running people over and screaming "bonus points!" when I ram someone into a wall.
What?
I am not violent, I am just... imaginative.
Anyway...
I reach the hall that should be correct and stop to look around, checking to see if the coast is clear.
All clear, my brain chants, causing a mischievous grin to creep onto my face. I pop the cart up and jump onto its back pole, riding down the hall as if I was standing on a shopping cart.
"Woo hoo," I whisper, keeping my excitement quiet so that nobody would hear and report me, thus getting me fired.
The end of the hall nears so I hop off of the cart, skidding to a stop right in front of Room 221's door. I pull the cart to a stop and knock once, waiting for a response.
No response comes, so I knock once again, inching a little closer to the door in case someone was asleep inside and just didn't hear my first knock.
I wait a minute more, then knock on the door once more, this time pressing my ear against the door to ensure that nobody was inside of the room.
Again, I hear no movement or sound of a shower from inside so I shrug, wave my keycard in front of the door's handle, and walk into the room.
I pull my cart behind me and prop the door open with my back, sucking in my stomach to pull it all the way into the room.
I do so successfully and walk around the cart to push it through the room's main hall. The door closes softly with a click.
Looking around, I stare at the massive room. Seems like I have to clean up a two-room king corner suite.
Sweet.
Haha, see what I did there?
Anyway, I look around and gasp at the amount of expensive things that probably cost more than my life.
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Gamn rich people. How on earth could someone afford this?
I shake my head and continue on through the room to a side bedroom.
