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don't leave just yet. don't disappear.
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belle opened her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. it was bare and white. she noticed the ceiling fan that was supposed to be attached to it was laying half-open in the corner. this was not her condo.
it was clean and dirty at the same time. there were random boxes stacked and partially assembled furniture. but there were also shiny floors, clean sheets, vacuumed carpets, and folded clothing. it was too much for her perfectionist personality to take.
she finally sat up, recognizing the layout of the unit. it was exactly like her condo, except mirrored.
the door to the living room was shut. she was still wearing her little orange dress, but her earrings and jewelry were sat elegantly on the bedside table.
belle yawned, warily approaching the closed door. she passed another door as she did. it was the bathroom.
as soon as the she took a look through that doorframe and the smell of bleach plagued her nostrils, the entirety of last night came rushing back to her. the memory hit so hard it almost made her dizzy.
her eyes dropped down to the planked floors as she turned the handle that led into the living space.
it was much neater in there. there was a familair sofa, an actual tv stand, and even a mini dining table. bonus points, they weren't falling apart like the rest of the furniture.
