Sahara lounge

Everything seemed to be going the way I pictured it.

Incense smoke wrote cursive around the room. My orange & tufted couch, middle eastern funk music and candles lit the room.

When it was day it reminded you of another time and at night it became the perfect place to hideout.

Time alone felt sacred.

I wasn’t entirely ready for everything this city had to offer, just yet.

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