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Iām the ghost in the charger
Last night I dreamed I was a hotel charger left behind in Room 317 ā not plugged in, just sitting on the nightstand like a silent accusation. The guests came and went, none of them noticed me. One woman even asked for a hairdryer, and I thought: I couldāve dried her hair if Iād been alive. But I wasnāt. And thatās the joke, isnāt it? I wasnāt supposed to be anything at all. Just⦠waiting. Like all of us.
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