I took the other end of the couch.
"UUUGH" I said, under the weight of it. The large man and I plopped it down in the living room. That was the last of the furniture I had to carry into the house, thank god. I paid the man 50$.
"Thanks, Frank." I said to my neighbor.
"Anytime." he said, walking out the door. I sighed and fell down onto the couch. Well, seems like I've all my things have been moved into my house, now all I have to do is put them in the right places, I thought to myself. I gripped the armrest of the couch and began dragging it across the room. Thank god my floor was a carpet. It does make it harder to do, but it does not scratch the floor like if it was wooden. But that was just me and my rambling thoughts. I pushed it against the back wall and fell back on it. My watch said it was 2:00, but it felt way later. Part of it may have been that I had been up since 5:00 in the morning.
Finally, I got up off my lazy bum. I decided to go out and get a coffee. Surely, that could wake me up. I walked outside and got my bike out from the garage. It was by far the only thing I had put in my garage that wasn't packed away in boxes. I began biking down the streets of the pastel suburban neighborhood. A few women waved at me as I rode down the street. It was definitely a nice neighborhood. It was definitely better than the last neighborhood I lived in. No people selling weed in the back alleys here, or at least not that I knew of so far. It was practically perfect, which was a little strange to me. I went down a side street, and began biking towards the coffee shop in the shopping center.
After a few more minutes of riding, I finally got there. I walked in, out of breath.
"Hello ma'am. What would you like to order?"
"I'll just take a black coffee." I really hated black coffee, but at least it would wake me up. I paid the short, blonde woman four dollars, and went to a table by the window. I got out my cell phone and started studying the map of the town for the millionth time. I had been spending the past month studying the general vicinity, but I still hadn't gotten everything down.
"Number 16." Called the short woman. She gave me my drink, and I sat back down. I went back to studying the maps. I took a sip of the strong beverage in the Styrofoam cup before me. It definitely strong, but it did a good job waking me up. I drank about half of it, before deciding it would destroy my sense of taste for the next day or so if I had tried to drink the rest of it. I put the top back on the cup and walked out. I put my coffee in the drink holder under the seat of my bike and began riding back.
As I was riding down the main street of the neighborhood, I began noticing thing that weren't on the maps. The thing that surprised me most was the thing at the end of the street. Mostly I was surprised I had never noticed it before. It was a tall mountain. It was blocked off by tall chain-link fences. On the top of it, to my surprise, was a huge mansion. The windows were boarded up and broken, and it was dark as midnight, if it was even possible. If it was cleaned up a bit, it would be a beautiful house. I rode into the driveway of my house, and went back inside.