the seoul intercontinental hotel

It was my first time laying wide awake, when darkest, just before dawn

circadian non-rhythmic, the initial reprogramming otherworldly high of lack of things disoriented, my hormones swaying

clustered in a suite with the closeness of others, I existed for the first time

in some other, small world restless little legs carried me to a cool grey floor, the marble chilled me like a mausoleum, the ceiling, floating further away as I lay by the bidet

far from counting hours, I waited for the sun.