I could see the review of an urban area below my guest room window.
I remembered that I had stayed at this historic hotel before and saw the same view.
I had quite a lot of baggage and a cat of mine.
All of a sudden, a limousine which was painted just like an American flag in shades of red, white and blue crashed into the room.
The car kept coming in and it seemed to break through the other side of window.
At once an image of the car’s explosion flashed through my mind, so I quickly took my cat under my arm and tried to blow the candles in my room.
The flames were almost extinguished every time I blew, though they never died out completely.
In the meantime, half of the car went through cleared through the window, so I rushed to bend down behind the door.
It seemed like nothing happened as the room appeared normal after a brief interval.
However the limo must’ve crashed to the ground because the jackals of the media rolled into the room before very long.
A female reporter with blond, curly hair and a trench coat shouted a blizzard of questions at me in sharp voice.
But because of many things scrambled in my mind, I wasn’t able to respond.
(12/02/03)