My first night in a hotel in London is a dream come true.
My hair’s in a bun, my coat is a bollock, I’m dressed as a pin-up girl and I’m standing on the floor with my eyes closed.
I can’t believe it.
I’m in a room full of people who are wearing the same outfit I was just wearing.
It feels like I’m on the first date of my life.
For most people, it’s a strange feeling to feel that way.
It’s like having an epiphany, or a revelation.
And for me, it was when I first arrived at the hotel.
I had a full day to get to know London, and I spent my day exploring.
I didn’t want to leave the hotel and I didn ‘t want to spend a night on the town.
I felt I needed to make a few changes to get myself home.
I thought about how the last few weeks had been so exciting, and how much I loved the people here, and also how excited I was to be in London.
It was a feeling of hope and anticipation.
I found a bookshop.
I bought a few books, and it was like a new beginning, I was feeling confident, and confident in myself.
It was also an escape from my usual routine, which was spending most of the day at home.
But the feeling of being out and about wasn’t as bad.
I’d get a few hours of sleep, and then it was time to go to the office, to do the paperwork, to take the kids to school, to be at the gym, to watch TV.
It felt like I was living my life out in the open.
When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was walk into the bookshop, because that was what everyone did.
I had no idea what to expect.
It took me a while to get used to walking around the shop, looking around, taking a look around.
I thought I’d lost my way.
But eventually I realised I’d become so used to it, that I had a lot of information in my head, so I was able to sort of put it in a book.
The bookshelves had become empty, and a few of the people I’d been with at the time, and some of the friends I’d made in my previous life, had gone.
I was not used to being alone in the shop.
I could hear the shopkeeper shouting things out in my ear.
I asked a woman, ‘Where is everyone?’
She said, ‘I’m at home.’
I was so surprised, I went back to sleep.
I’d been out of touch with the outside world for so long, so suddenly everything seemed different.
I went to bed with a bang.
I knew I was in a new world.
I started having nightmares.
I couldn’t get out of bed.
I was scared.
I hadn’t been out in a week.
I slept for three nights straight.
When I woke in the morning, I didn’ t feel like I’d had any sleep.
I just felt very tired, like I couldn’ t think straight.
I tried to talk to people.
I tried to do my best to be normal, and not think about what had happened, but I didn t feel any difference in myself whatsoever.
I’ve got a couple of friends who have a very serious problem, so the whole situation was a big shock.
I don’t know how I could have let this happen to me.
It’s not that I’m not normal.
I am normal.
When people ask me, ‘Why did you wake up in the middle of the night?’
I tell them it was because I had been out partying and my mind was racing.
It wasn’ t until I went straight to bed that I realised that I’d fallen out of a trance.
I realised it was all a bit silly.
It took me quite a while, but once I did, I got used to my new lifestyle.
I realised there were no consequences to this.
If I went home, I would go straight to sleep, I’d have to make some changes to my life, and that would mean losing a bit of my normal.
I started to go out more.
It made me realise that I was different to the way I used to be, that my life had changed.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this anymore.
I began to think about going back to work.
I went out a couple times, but it was just a bit too much.
I wanted more time, but not as much time as I wanted.
I spent the first few weeks going out.
I enjoyed the nights out, and going to the clubs.
I found a friend, a really nice person.
She was very, very nice.
We had a great time.
It helped me get through a lot, and helped me settle into my new routine. It gave