As Christina unlocked the door to her apartment, she had a sudden thought. What if the place is a mess? She couldn’t remember what it had looked like when she left earlier that day—getting ready for work seemed to have happened so long ago. Days maybe, even years.
As long as there wasn’t any underwear strewn about the floor, she prayed. Her apartment was tiny, and she was lucky to have a stackable washer and dryer in the kitchen, but she lived alone and tended to wander from the bathroom to the bedroom to the kitchen in the buff as she searched for something to wear. When she dressed, clothes fell were they may and she only worried about picking them up later. She was usually running late and had to catch the bus, and leaving clothes on the floor was the furthest thing from her mind.
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