IBIS
The night before I left England, I slept in an Ibis.
I ate in its diner and sat in its bar.
I knew from before it was easy to score; when people go travelling they are looking for more than their home life is prepared to afford them.
The bath-towels were white and soft; the bed-linen cool and white. We shared a bottle of cheap red wine and left the TV on all night.
I didn't expect her to be carrying a camera.
In fact, I didn't expect her at all.
I miss her.
I ate in its diner and sat in its bar.
I knew from before it was easy to score; when people go travelling they are looking for more than their home life is prepared to afford them.
The bath-towels were white and soft; the bed-linen cool and white. We shared a bottle of cheap red wine and left the TV on all night.
I didn't expect her to be carrying a camera.
In fact, I didn't expect her at all.
I miss her.
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