Imagine.

Since young, I had a hankering for lovely hotel rooms.
Quirky, yes. I know that too. (=

I love the soft goose feather pillows, fluffy and sweet-smelling.
I adore the lovely oak furnitures.
I find joy in padding over thick carpeting.
I delight in the opulent bathroom, gleaming metal fixtures, smooth marble floor.
AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE,
the thick, fluffy and every so BIG white hotel towels.
Wrapping myself in it, I breathe in the clean refreshing scent. Intoxicating, the fresh smell of pure smell of cleanliness.

Yes, I have not missed out the finer point of hotel rooms.
How its miraculously and magically spick and span after the morning's disarray.
Magic little helpers, nimble little fingers and quick little feets.

I adore hotel rooms. (=