Time Tunnel

Last weekend I was traipsing around some palaces.

Indulging in decorative lunches on islands not so very unappealing.

Sharing rooms with my beau and only him.

Getting carried away by history and white peacocks, statues and such.

Sampling the beverage of gods.

This weekend I am sitting in the storage room underground.

In a big cloud of dust.

Who bought all this stuff that’s filling up my storage room?

I am lunching on McDonald’s. Sipping the divine beverage of Coke Zero.

I’m sharing my storage room with no-one actually cause no-one would want to come down here.

Nor would they spot me from inside this massive cloud of dust anyway!

I’m so sweaty.

So dusty.

So dirty.

Maybe there’s a time tunnel down here somewhere?