Shh...

I want to sit here alone in this hotel room and stare down at the streets forever; perfectly silent, perfectly content, and nothing on my mind but inspiration. I'll sip on a juice box that never goes empty and let my pen move itself across the pages in my journal, until I've written something so amazing that I can finally come out, back into the world ,because I've finally done something that I'm proud of. I'll ride the elevator down thirty floors, walk across the lobby and to the service desk; and then I'll see the bill for the room, and I'll die.