Hotels
Allspeak conveys that “hotel” is synonymous with “inn.”
Well, Allspeak is wrong again, apparently. It is a disturbingly all-too-common occurrence, in this nearly unrecognisable Midgard.
Unlike an inn, a hotel – or at least this hotel does not put its main emphasis on its common hall and/or eatery, nor does it serve only as a place for weary travellers to bed for the night. In fact, this particular hotel that Emilia ushered Atlanta and me to features so many facilities, from rentable and usable recreational items and structures to shops for necessities and trinkets related to this place.
And Atlanta already plans to drag me to all these facilities.
“Holiday is not for books or assignments,” she texts her second phone that she stuffed into my hand before we departed her home.
“Holiday is for doing whatever one likes, including sleeping in or lazing about,” I text her back.
She rolls her eyes at me, and deliberately bars the way to the bedroom of this little suite.
“You can sleep in or laze about once we are back home.”
My heart twinges. `How do I tell her that I must return home soon? And that house is sadly not my home.`