Cult of Beauty by Jessica Van Niekerk

I struggle to get out of this slumber. Sitting up straight. I am fazed; I blink to remember where I am, I try to recognize the room I’m in.  The distortion comes into focus and the thought leaps into my mind. Oh, another hotel room. My hands stroke the linen beneath me, feeling the lustrous satin on my skin, smooth and sleek. I fall back on the soft feathery bed, I start to drown in an ocean of thoughts.