By checkout, I couldn’t recall my own name, but I hummed the jingle from a detergent commercial I’d never seen. The B&B’s address had vanished from my GPS.
The host served breakfast in the dark. “Eat,” whispered the butter dish. The eggs tasted like suggestion. The coffee, like compliance. mind control theatre bed and breakfast zip
I drove home smiling, whistling a tune I didn’t choose. By checkout, I couldn’t recall my own name,
The sign hung crooked over the wraparound porch, its letters stenciled in faded gold. Check-in after 6 PM. Check-out whenever you forget you arrived. I couldn’t recall my own name