The Fragrance of a Rose

The Fragrance of a Rose

My dad and I check into the hotel and everything seems normal. The hotel is replete with a beautiful living room, elevators, and well-furnished rooms. We go to our room, room 314, and go inside. Inside the room are two large beds, one for my dad and one for me. The hotel room is clean, orderly, and well-kept. I get into one of the beds and sleep soundly during the night. I like hotels because they are comfortable, clean, and cozy. Although they are expensive, hotels are a nice way to leave society and escape. I think each and every one of us needs that once in a while. 

When I wake up to a brand new morning, I feel good as I usually do when I just wake up. I go outside the room and outside the hotel to see a tree with large, pink roses. They are quite large and I decide to smell the fragrance of one to see how good it smells. 

When I smell the rose, I feel an unstoppable rush of peace. It smells very good like a rose would in a book. The rose smells extremely beautiful and I am awestruck by how beautiful the rose is, too. I learned that I really do love hotels a lot more than I thought.