Post by Stormy Williamson on Dec 19, 2007 21:36:55 GMT -5
Stormy pressed the key into the lock of her new apartment, turning the knob and opening the door with a nudge from her hip. She dragged her heavy bags through the door frame, going back to get the last one after the first two were safely inside.
She sighed happily as she surveyed her one room, well, room. Mine, she though gleefully, All mine. Finally. Her parents had brought her some of their old furniture, which actually wasn't that old, and rather nice. She recognized the small plaid couch that had been in their house when she was little and ran over to it. Bouncing on the seat lightly, she looked around the room again, from a different angle.
There was a small kitchen in the right corner closest to the door, and a double bed pushed up to the middle of the far wall. The couch was several feet from the bed, lined up, and there was an outlet, presumably for a TV, in front of the couch.
Stormy got up, and unzipped her bag containing half of her clothes. She lifted them all up at once, precariously balancing the masses of fabric on her arms. everything was on a hanger, so she went over to the small closet and, opening the sliding door with her foot, quickly hung all the clothing on the bar inside.
Stormy continued unpacking, getting the sheets on her bed, putting away all of her clothes. When she was done, she fell back on her bed as the sun was setting, and laying in the orange light, she loudly proclaimed "This is my room! My own place!"
She sighed happily as she surveyed her one room, well, room. Mine, she though gleefully, All mine. Finally. Her parents had brought her some of their old furniture, which actually wasn't that old, and rather nice. She recognized the small plaid couch that had been in their house when she was little and ran over to it. Bouncing on the seat lightly, she looked around the room again, from a different angle.
There was a small kitchen in the right corner closest to the door, and a double bed pushed up to the middle of the far wall. The couch was several feet from the bed, lined up, and there was an outlet, presumably for a TV, in front of the couch.
Stormy got up, and unzipped her bag containing half of her clothes. She lifted them all up at once, precariously balancing the masses of fabric on her arms. everything was on a hanger, so she went over to the small closet and, opening the sliding door with her foot, quickly hung all the clothing on the bar inside.
Stormy continued unpacking, getting the sheets on her bed, putting away all of her clothes. When she was done, she fell back on her bed as the sun was setting, and laying in the orange light, she loudly proclaimed "This is my room! My own place!"