we are dragged from the depths of slumber at half past two in the morning by poundingly, exuberantly, rhythmically, sinuously agonizing music emanating from the wall against which the bed lies. in other words, to my disbelief, our neighbors are having a bollywood music bash.
the nightmare finally recedes an hour and four pleas to the front desk later. i dream that i see hotel staff rolling out gurney sacks of bodies on a large cart this morning. i wish.
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