When I check out from the Conscious Hotel, my body lifts me out of bed, grabs whatever clothes are around, remembers to put them on, and takes me to work. It packs a bag with Legos and music also.
But it does forget the house key.
When I check out from the Conscious Hotel, my body lifts me out of bed, grabs whatever clothes are around, remembers to put them on, and takes me to work. It packs a bag with Legos and music also.
But it does forget the house key.
storks in corsets 