He closes the door. It closed with a slow thud. He walks slowly towards the coat hanger and removes slowly his coat. Hangs It there. Drops of rain could still be seen on the sleeves. He then walks towards the mini bar. Made a drink of hot chocolate. The aircon runs at a comforting 26 degrees Celsius. A black leather sofa made for extreme comfort awaits him. He brings along his favourite crystal glass that contains his drink towards the chair. He slumps into the chair and put his drink down. On his right is the view from his room, overlooking the whole city at night. He then reached for the music player controller situated on the mini elegantly carved teakwood sidetable he had bought not so long ago. Pressed play…





...and the slow song started with the smoothing and enchanting rhythm of the notes…and the slow jazz came along…he took a sip on his chocolate and glances out into the wide panel viewing window. The thousands of streetlamps dazzled like yellow diamonds. The room was dimly lit. And the music lingers. His palms warmed up as he stretches his leg. Shoes removed and his feet rub against the warmth of the specially woven wool carpet underneath. His fingers tapped on the sofa’s handrest …to the melody the eardrums sways to…