Two months and still she couldn’t figure out how she wanted her new apartment to look. Table here – or over there; her couch in the only place it would fit.
“At least I know where I want my artwork,” she told herself as she sat on the floor looking around the room. It was her first real home in years and she became determined to make it reflect her personality.
As she sat there, she dreamed and day-dreamed until it did reflect her personality. Without noticing, she slowly dissolved into her surroundings until she altogether vanished into her new apartment.