loss

There is the bed. There is another room, another bed they want me to use. The fire chief. Jessica. I had all my things arranged in the first room, now disarranged, now nothing. An architectural front of apartments packed together: claustrophobic vertical tableaus in repeat block after block as the vehicle races by. It could be that monsters emerge, crawling up the walls. They are cute at first, then they crawl. We clean the bathrooms, and there are piles of filth that no vacuum cleaner should have to go through. look. A panel to the wall removed. Inside, a cavern with a warren of creatures mice to rats the bosses have no consideration for us. and the rats come out.