A Tale of a Bathroom

I went to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, stayed at the Hilton Kuala Lumpur. It’s such a nice hotel, I got a room on 27^th floor. It was damned high, but with a beautiful view.

The nicest thing about my room is its bathroom. It’s big enough (well since then I have been thinking which Hilton is better KL or Jakarta) with lots of mirrors. Mirror here and there, mirror doors and mirror walls. Here comes the problem, which one is the real door to my bed? Which one is the door to the WC? Which one is the wall? Which one is the closet? Huh…trust me it’s confusing, especially when you just wake up in the morning and don’t have your spectacles on. How many times I bumped one of those mirrors? I didn’t count for sure. The scariest thing is there was too many Eve at the same time. I could handle a reflection of mine, but me everywhere? It’s a bit too scary. Same pairs of eyes stared at me at the same time, yikes….