Not narrow and not wide hotel life.
After a long procedure at the airport, I was swayed by the bus for 2 hours. After paying at the hotel entrance, Enter the room with the card key that was given to me while having a good talk with someone I met.
The moment the door closed at the end of the conversation with "Wow! It's a cute room!"
It's neither narrow nor wide. Meals and apples delivered to the room. I'm not motivated. But the food and apples arrive every day.
I don't want to eat the frustration that I can't get out of here, and it is getting more and more blue.
When I notice it, I grow up to that blue. I want to eat.