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Sleepless
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She was humming a song to herself as she jogged through the large doors of the hotel. She didn’t know what the song was, probably some mindless tune from an advertisement, but it had been in her head all day and now she found herself subconsciously humming it.
"Evening Miss Alice," the bellboy yelled out in the hotel lobby. Alice’s humming ceased and she stopped for a moment to wave back at him.
"Hey Nick, how’s it going?" Before he could answer, Nick was bombarded with the bags of another late visitor. Alice smiled as he shrugged apologetically to her. Mouthing ‘I’ll see you later,’ she left the lobby for her room on the 15th floor.
After checking her messages (zero) and attempting to find something to eat (a half-eaten snickers in the bar fridge), Alice collapsed onto her bed, finally allowing herself some much needed sleep… or so she thought.
At first she thought she could ignore the banging on the door. No one ever came to see her here, and so it was assumed that the person currently trying to gain her attention was just at the wrong room. It happened every so often. However as the knocking went on… and on… and on… Alice didn’t have much choice but to get up and answer the door.
"About time Tonya! I’ve been out here for almo-…" The brunette at the door stopped mid-sentence as she realised that she was definitely not Tonya. "I… you’re not… This isn’t 1621, is it?"
"Nope," Alice replied in a lighter tone than she probably should have. "1521, like it says on the door."
"Oh God… I’m such an idiot," the brunette gushed as her cheeks turned a deep crimson. Her eyes kept darting from Alice’s to the floor. She was such a wreck it was almost adorable. "I am so sorry about this…"
"It’s no problem," Alice replied quickly. Although it should have been, shouldn’t it? It was an ungodly hour to be awoken… except that she hadn’t been asleep, and in honesty wouldn’t have been for at least another few hours, even if she had tried. "I really don’t mind attractive women knocking at my door at unconventional times…"
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Well I read it, loved it, and now I’m asking you to continue it:) And hopefully soon!
Oh this is so lovely!….is it tomorrow yet?
the bo’ster is back for sure :) this was 2 cute cant wait for the 2nd chap :)
i like it. everything you write is superb. keep it up – post soon.
i have to say i really like your style of writing. and i df enjoy the stories that you post. so i would have to say please do continue with this.
This is adorable! I’d love to see you continue.
I like it…definitely keep going!
it’s good to see you posting again. i love this already! can’t wait to see how the story unfolds. please keep this going! along w/ road of joy (that’s one of my favorite danish stories). hope your trip went well
Intriguing start…I enjoy any Danish beginning story because that means Dana lives! And, of course, the chance to see the indefinable and intangible thing that is Danish grow all over again. Looking forward to more…PPS
Heej there, welcome back and: great start (as usual)! Can’t wait to read what happens next!
Heej there, welcome back and: great start (as usual)! Can’t wait to read what happens next!
Luv it – great to see you positng again as we need all our Danish writers to keep Dana alive – can’t wait for more.
Oh, please continue. I love all your stories so I’m excited to see updates but this one definitely looks promising.