Room 306, Sunday Morning
Amy was finally down to only a handful of things left to unpack, and one of those things was the baggie of glow-in-the-dark stars Karma had given her when they were little.
Here in a shared bedroom, she had less space to work with (she didn't want to cover more than her fair share of the room's surface area, after all), but it felt weird not having them up.
So Amy found herself standing on her bed on top of a messy stack of pillows and rolled-up hoodies, trying to get high up enough to reach the ceiling. Unfortunately, the pillow stack kept tipping over and forcing her to rapidly move out of the way if she didn't want to fall all of the way off the bed.
She wasn't having an easy time with it.
"Fuck! Fucking fuck. How did I ever get these up at home in the first place?"
{halfway open door, open post!}
Here in a shared bedroom, she had less space to work with (she didn't want to cover more than her fair share of the room's surface area, after all), but it felt weird not having them up.
So Amy found herself standing on her bed on top of a messy stack of pillows and rolled-up hoodies, trying to get high up enough to reach the ceiling. Unfortunately, the pillow stack kept tipping over and forcing her to rapidly move out of the way if she didn't want to fall all of the way off the bed.
She wasn't having an easy time with it.
"Fuck! Fucking fuck. How did I ever get these up at home in the first place?"
{halfway open door, open post!}