kyuuei
Emperor/Dictator
- Joined
- Aug 28, 2008
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I was in a small town in France, or at least what my mind perceives France to look like. I'm in a simple summer dress working at my other job, putting the finishing touches on my daily routine of deep cleaning sections of a restaurant that's too busy for the staff to do it (plus I offered them an under the table price for my services they couldn't refuse) and I'm quite sweaty and dirty by the end of it, and a bit tired since my full-time job needed me longer today than normal. I took my payment, along with my backpack that I filled with four jugs of water from the restaurant, plus one in each hand, and started to make my way home again.
Home, for me, was climbing 4 flights of outdoor stairs and climbing into a window on the top floor. It wasn't a room at all, just a door I keep locked that leads to the rest of a larger apartment.. the owner of the apartment is renting a single room out to me. My bathroom's shower plumbing doesn't work, I have to manually fill a camping shower with a water jug. Another jug is emptied into a pot for washing my hands and brushing my teeth. The place is probably 8x8. My mattress is on the floor, there is stuff hanging all over the ceiling to keep my possessions up and out of the way.. A hodge-podge of junk collected and re-purposed to my needs. I have a small shelf that's been repaired several times with string and tape that holds 7 study books.. I take down one of them and set it on the bed with a notebook, and after a quick, cold shower I wash my dress in the clean rinsing water and hang it to dry next to the rest of my wardrobe which doesn't have drawers they just continuously hang on the drying line strung up.
I'm exhausted, and I lean against the window so that the street lights will shine on the book since my room has no electricity either, and start to read the contents which is just an overview of the principles of biology. There is a knock on my entry window, and I startle a bit since I never have company... I shift over to the window with caution, peeking around the curtain hanging to see who it is...
Home, for me, was climbing 4 flights of outdoor stairs and climbing into a window on the top floor. It wasn't a room at all, just a door I keep locked that leads to the rest of a larger apartment.. the owner of the apartment is renting a single room out to me. My bathroom's shower plumbing doesn't work, I have to manually fill a camping shower with a water jug. Another jug is emptied into a pot for washing my hands and brushing my teeth. The place is probably 8x8. My mattress is on the floor, there is stuff hanging all over the ceiling to keep my possessions up and out of the way.. A hodge-podge of junk collected and re-purposed to my needs. I have a small shelf that's been repaired several times with string and tape that holds 7 study books.. I take down one of them and set it on the bed with a notebook, and after a quick, cold shower I wash my dress in the clean rinsing water and hang it to dry next to the rest of my wardrobe which doesn't have drawers they just continuously hang on the drying line strung up.
I'm exhausted, and I lean against the window so that the street lights will shine on the book since my room has no electricity either, and start to read the contents which is just an overview of the principles of biology. There is a knock on my entry window, and I startle a bit since I never have company... I shift over to the window with caution, peeking around the curtain hanging to see who it is...