Dream Diary: The Array

Just as I had finished putting the last flower in its array, they strode through the door.

“I am so glad you could make it!” I told them. “It will be $100 per night.”

He appeared surprised. “But I thought you had invited us to come and stay with you.”

“No,” I said. “I am the manager of a hotel. What you received was an advertisement. It is nice to see an old friend again, though.”

“This is my wife,” he said, realizing he had not introduced her.

“I didn’t think you could get married,” I said.

“Oh, she’s not really my wife,” he clarified. “She’s just some woman I met on a train today.” The woman glared at him, disgusted.

“Well, I’ll show you both to the suite.” I pointed the way.

But it turned out I had got the wrong room, and we all soon found ourselves being escorted from the building.