24/28 | 2.24.18 | February Writing Challenge

24/28 | February Writing Challenge

24. Write about a memorable experience you have had staying at a hotel.

A hotel room exclusive to us. 

I'd later attribute a song to this night, one of the many in the infinite playlist of memorable nights I've confined to myself, hidden in the corners of my brain, rarely listened to ever again. 

I think we were twelve floors up, and together we'd travel up and down the elevator, padding across the marble lobby's floors, little kitten-like feet, and disguised naivety. Here we were, thinking we were adults. We were nothing more than children with innocence comprising our bloodstream and skin that had never been touched. 

Our hearts were still beating back then; bloody and plump and beautiful and alive. I remember feeling so alive that night, walking outside, no longer afraid, and seeing myself in the city's skyline.

The lights danced off the water with their own syncopation, red and white and yellow and all the colors possible laying in jeweled brilliance on the still obsidian river separating us. 

I sat on the patio furniture, admiring this scene, taking in this entire scene. I vividly remember my thoughts and was mentally writing all of this down, ink on the pages, excitement rushing through the labyrinth of my mind. The conversation flowed as I looked down at the edge with zero caution.

To myself, I was invincible and those who are invincible do not fall.

This year marks four years since this night, this night in a hotel I haven't returned to since, and the timeline of nights that followed it - some similar, some different, but all relevant to me. 

Our hearts were alive and beating then, burning brighter than that city skyline on the magnificent rise, elevating us higher and higher across the horizon, until waxen wings and close proximity to the sun singed us and down we fell. 

Down we fell.