The Apartment

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Its 7:15 a.m. and the first alarm goes on, like usual I go back to sleep in my soft silky cream sheets, covered with another layer of blankets that I got a great deal in Macy’s. As I am reaching a deep sleep, my last alarm goes on, this one makes me get up from bed. I then have to get out my bed and slowly without trying to make a noise. Onto, my fluffy white 8 X 11 rug that unlike like him I love waking up to. As I am making my way through the two matching oaked furniture, the wide five dresser with a long mirror a jewelry stack on top of the dresser, a red Yankee cinnamon scent candle and in the middle of the wide dresser there’s baby Jesus in his handmade bed my grandmother passed on to me. Across the cold, dark chocolate wooden floor is the other oaked furniture unlike mine; this dresser has three tanks of beta fish, a navy blue Yankee hat collection, and a Calvin Klein black leather crammed freshly brand-new wallet. I stop and stare at myself in the gigantic two closet mirrors facing the bed, then open the sliding door and grab a victoria secret black sweater. Once I am getting...

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