by syaffolee

Wandering Like Ghosts

Last night at two in the morning, my sister and I went in search of cold soda. We went to every single floor (thirteen of them although there wasn’t a floor actually named “13”) in search of a vending machine that took dollar bills. We didn’t find any. Or any that worked, for that matter.

However, we did discover a half-sized door (for hobbits?) on the second floor.