☆ the room is listening ☆

leave something cute.

No account. The sheep will see it first. These are just notes people have already tucked under the pillow.

Pale pink cherry blossoms against a bright blue sky

the sheep blinked at me and i felt chosen.

— someone passing through

left a sticker on the desk. a tiny star. please don’t move it.

— a regular

came back just to say the bed is still warm. that’s all.

— you, maybe