I’ve got 99 problems, but a home ain’t one of them…
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If only that were true. I figured I should just write to say that I decided to take the risk—a calculated risk at that—and blindly accept this offer.
The guy was very nice and showed me to one of the few open, unoccupied apartment suites in the building. I picked the room farthest away from the main door {{which is propped open with a chair}}, to reduce the likelihood of being caught. I have no idea what kind of ramifications would be the result if I were to be caught in here. Needless to say, I have been as silent as I humanly can be {{which it pretty damn quiet, if I do say so myself}}. My mind is playing cruel tricks on me, which is making the act of calming down and relaxing nearly impossible. Every sound I hear {{more frequently is the perception of hearing something}} makes me freeze and I automatically assume it is an RA or a cop coming in to bust me. As if I so much as breathe too audibly they might hear it and come in to inspect.
It is a double room, but I will not be sleeping on either bed. No, I am sleeping in the closet. On the floor. I am using a towel and jacket for a pillow and I have my blanket on the floor because it is itchy. My backpack/s are on the top shelf so all I have to do is close the doors like they were when I walked in and go to sleep. Now, I did close the room’s door, but you cannot really tell from the suite’s main doorway, so I should be fine. Either way, the chances of being found out are, in theory, rather slim, but you never know with my luck—or lack thereof.
I think I should try and sleep now. I need to wake up at 6am so I can take a shower while most everyone is asleep. Then maybe I can hang out here for a bit before I have to head out in the heat. Maybe I will head to Target after the plasma center to get some stats homework done. I think this was a good idea, but I am a nervous wreck, contemplating all the worse case scenarios. I wish I could turn my brain off for a bit.
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