Fairy tale
I am in a rest area.
I've always loved rest areas. They are like a fairy tale, where you come across a little house in a glade, and inside everything is set up for you, mysteriously, but you never see the owners. It's always just clean and ready when you arrive, and open even in the middle of the night. Who did it? Where are they? Why are they helping random travelers? And it's so pretty. And the bathrooms are clean.