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There’s something oddly comforting about hotels. The beige walls and short carpet, usually with an eye seizing design on it. The little click as the key works and the door unlocks. That particular scent, like fresh laundry, washed with a soap that is familiar but which you’ve never been able to purchase. I love walking into a hotel room. The initial bumpy moments as you get your bag inside give way to soft lighting and plush duvets. I always do a small tour before I sit down or open my suitcase. I walk into the bathroom and inspect the bath, the little toiletries, the fancy fold on the top of the toilet paper. I’ll look at my travel bedraggled self in the giant mirror, then skitter away into the bedroom, avoiding dark circles and dirty hair. The bed is always giant and inviting; big white bedsheets like clouds, pillows that don’t seem to have ever had a head rest on them, so plump and plush they are. You know when you slide into bed the sheets with crackle a little; it’s like sliding into a sleeping bag the size of a tent, but a thousand times more relaxing. I love how the hallways are always silent, how even when the hotel is full when you are walking to your room it feels like a secret, something solitary and ritualistic. You can be truly, wildly alone in a hotel room. You can walk around naked or make coffee at 2am or spend 4 hours in the bathtub; no one will mind. No one will bother you. Hotels are a kind of freedom. I’ve celebrated New Years in a hotel, I’ve filmed movies in hotels, I’ve met up for sex, I’ve spent entire days in my room and wandering the halls; I used to read Eloise books when I was a child and part of me is always looking for the type of adventure she found daily at The Plaza. I’ll go down to the pool late at night and see if anyone is there, and if there isn’t I’ll spend three hours doing laps. I’ll ride the elevators for fun a few times before hopping out to head to my room. I like to put on a big skirt and lightly run down the hallways. I’m sure the security guards get a kick out of me whenever I stay in a hotel.