Hotel Queenie
The bathroom adjacent to the dining area simply was not clean enough. Obviously the hotel staff should be more attentive to detail. Queenie was sure of this as she separated the crisp squares of toilet tissue, placing them gingerly on the seat of her throne. There was nothing actually wrong with the bathroom, though she found herself in need of sanitizing nonetheless. “Disgusting!” she muttered, her face contorted as she went about this unpleasant task. Despite her whisperings of despair, she enjoyed the moments of solitude, meticulously folding each square of paper. It was when she was most at peace. Once folded into a square or rectangle, the torn tissue could accommodate a need. The immediate need was to cover the toilet seat of the downstairs bathroom, which was located in the main washroom of the hotel. The hotel was a very special place, indeed!
