It all in the Mind

“You know this isn’t real, don’t you?” she said, slipping out of bed to gaze out of the window of The Room, silhouetted against the simulated landscape beyond.

“Of course, but it is really lovely to pretend.”

“I don’t mean the view.”

I knew that. We’ve been dancing around the conversation for weeks, but its too easy to get distracted. We’re neither of us here for conversation, after all.

“I’m worried about this – us.” she continued, biting her lip, which was distractingly cute. “I’m worried that we’re getting involved. That you may be taking this seriously.”

I laughed. I didn’t mean to, there you are. She looked annoyed for a moment, and I waved at the windows, the vista outside, and the lush hotel room around us.

“How can this be serious? Look at this place! It’s gorgeous; the view is fantastic, you’re fantastic, hell, even I look fantastic. You think i look like this in real life? Do you look like that in real life?”

She looked doubtfully back at me, unconvinced. I’m worried she’s trying to convince herself, that she’s starting to feel attached to this place. And as nice as that would be, its not an option for us. I get out of the bed and walk over to her.

She smiles at me. “Does it matter? This isn’t real life”

The alarm goes off behind me. Time’s up.

“We have to go.” she says sadly. “See you next week.”

“Of course” I reply, pulling away. “I look forward to it”.

And then she’s gone, back to whatever life she has in the real world. I close my eyes and send the command to unplug, and I’m back to mine.

—–

“You know this isn’t real, don’t you?” I told him, disengaging myself from the bed as soon as I could, without trying to look too much like I was putting some distance between us. Sometimes I wish I could just unplug straight away, but the clock on The Room is still running.

“Of course, but it is really lovely to pretend.”

“I don’t mean the view.”

He just looked at me, and for a moment I hated him for making me drive the subject. And then I remembered we’re only here to play at make-believe, really.

“I’m worried about this – us.” This was the time, and I struck onwards. “I’m worried that we’re getting involved. That you may be taking this seriously.”

He laughed at me, in that moment, and i could have slapped him. Then he started talking, waving his hands excitably, a rebuttal of all my concerns.

“How can this be serious? Look at this place! It’s gorgeous; the view is fantastic, you’re fantastic, hell, even I look fantastic. You think i look like this in real life? Do you look like that in real life?”

I wish, I thought. I wish I really stayed in a place like this, with company like him. But I don’t. I can’t. I don’t know if he realises that. He rolls out of bed and crosses the floor to gaze at the waterfall.

I stare at him. “Does it matter? This isn’t real life”

I’m saved by the alarm. The next couple want their time in The Room.

“We have to go.” I struggle to hide my relief at escaping the conversation. “See you next week.”

“Of course” he replies, pulling away. “I look forward to it”.

He’s still looking at me wistfully as I unplug, and get ready for the next customer.

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