A Roof Over My Head
Grrrreat I thought to myself. I figured I should go into the
house the old lady had pointed out to me instead of standing on
the side of the road like an idiot.
I walked the short distance to the house, and stood in front of it. It was blue, with white shudders, and a fairly large porch. The house it self wasn't that large, but definitely big enough for one person.
I walked up the stairs, carrying all the stuff I was gonna bring to Sam's. I set it all down and tried to open the door. Surprise Surprise! It was locked. At least this time I knew the key would open it. At least I hoped it would. I put the key into the keyhole and it unlocked.
I opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me, and placing all of my stuff next to the front door.
I decided to give myself the grand tour. The living room was a decent size, with two couches, and a love seat. There was an old fashioned Television and some fake plants on top of it. The kitchen was small, but had a table and a refrigerator. I opened it, mostly out of habit, thinking it would be empty. It wasn't. The thing was filled with food. I opened the cabinets, and they too were filled with food. Well that's one less thing I have to worry about I thought.
I went upstairs and opened one of the doors. It was a bedroom that I claimed as mine. It had light blue wallpaper, a double bed, nightstand, vanity, closet, and it's own adjoining bath. Maybe this won't be so bad. There was another bathroom upstairs along with a small guestroom and a linen closet.
I went downstairs to get my stuff, so I could unpack what little I brought with me. I also plugged in my CD player and put in a CD that was a mix of my favorite songs. As I was unpacking I found the 60 dollars I thought I lost last week, in the pocket of my sweatpants. I put it in the nightstand, figuring it'd probably come in handy later.
I was actually kind of tired and decided to lye down. I lit a cigarette and wondered what movie I was in. Judging by the old TV in the living room, I thought maybe I was in some kind of older movie. At least I wasn't in black and white. I was too tired to think about it though. I put out my half-smoked cigarette and turned off the light. I guess the little old lady was right. I'd find out soon enough. And with that I went to sleep.
I walked the short distance to the house, and stood in front of it. It was blue, with white shudders, and a fairly large porch. The house it self wasn't that large, but definitely big enough for one person.
I walked up the stairs, carrying all the stuff I was gonna bring to Sam's. I set it all down and tried to open the door. Surprise Surprise! It was locked. At least this time I knew the key would open it. At least I hoped it would. I put the key into the keyhole and it unlocked.
I opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me, and placing all of my stuff next to the front door.
I decided to give myself the grand tour. The living room was a decent size, with two couches, and a love seat. There was an old fashioned Television and some fake plants on top of it. The kitchen was small, but had a table and a refrigerator. I opened it, mostly out of habit, thinking it would be empty. It wasn't. The thing was filled with food. I opened the cabinets, and they too were filled with food. Well that's one less thing I have to worry about I thought.
I went upstairs and opened one of the doors. It was a bedroom that I claimed as mine. It had light blue wallpaper, a double bed, nightstand, vanity, closet, and it's own adjoining bath. Maybe this won't be so bad. There was another bathroom upstairs along with a small guestroom and a linen closet.
I went downstairs to get my stuff, so I could unpack what little I brought with me. I also plugged in my CD player and put in a CD that was a mix of my favorite songs. As I was unpacking I found the 60 dollars I thought I lost last week, in the pocket of my sweatpants. I put it in the nightstand, figuring it'd probably come in handy later.
I was actually kind of tired and decided to lye down. I lit a cigarette and wondered what movie I was in. Judging by the old TV in the living room, I thought maybe I was in some kind of older movie. At least I wasn't in black and white. I was too tired to think about it though. I put out my half-smoked cigarette and turned off the light. I guess the little old lady was right. I'd find out soon enough. And with that I went to sleep.