Wilton Manor

Just as he was about to fall asleep the taste of the men’s eyes on his back crept into the sheets with him. Nicholas could hear them call out “Oh Baby” in their heads so much that he sang while walking down the avenue just to enjoy his morning coffee. For a notorious attention whore it even made him feel uncomfortable, to the point where by his fourth day there he just stayed on the couch and read his book. This happened to be the first book he’d committed to in two years. Sure he’d picked up a few here and there even gotten past the dreaded page 70, which is usually when he begins pondering how the next one will turn. Many times he’s read past page 70  out of spite, past the point of stale motifs and daft themes. This time, this book is different, when he took the time to look up at the page number and caught the numbers 1-2-3 he almost fell off the couch. How could He just turn to throw me away? It’s easier to see across the sea at night. Or was it me that threw him back into the sea. Either way I'll have to return to Paris Alone. At least this book is interesting. #PrinceAlbert