I lay on my bed staring with my all to familiar off white ceiling. After my parents passing this is what my days off became. Sitting in my room wondering why it happened.
I had a small apartment a little off the coast of New Jersey. It was a one bedroom cozy warm little apartment. My room itself was was filled with more junk than any other room. Books were on every shelf I could find. Failed poems and drawings overflowed my trash bin.
Makeup products and jewelry are scattered across my vanity. Which was worn and old. The paint peeling off to reveal the rough wood underneath. The room smelt strongly of burnt inscents.
The room itself is small and could only acquaint one person at most. Only having one simple window. Which when sunny showed the cobwebs throughout the room. Along with this it only had one small walk-in-closet. I kept most of the shelves stashed with sweet and salty treats I like. Along with about twenty video games.this left me only one shelf where I kept my laptops and chargers. The sound of the waves crashing into the beach helped me fall asleep. The smell of sea salt crept through the window when opened.
My mom had picked out the wallpapers and furniture, which didnt suite my personal preference, but it reminded me of home, so i didn't mind.
I began to drift to sleep. Thinking about the long day of work I had ahead of me. It would be my first day at the new set for American Horror Story, I was one of the new sfx and makeup artist.
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I awoke to the beeping of my alarmclock. For once, I got up on time. Looking at the clock, it was 7:30 A.M. This left me 2 hours to be on the set, makeup and tools ready (excluding the half-hour drive to the set).
Knowing this, I dropped my feet to the cold ground, which sent chills up my spine. Ignoring it, i walked to the kitchen, half-asleep and began preparing my daily coffee.Once I started it, I trudged off to the bathroom, still half-asleep, and started my shower. The warm water sending a jolt of energy to me finally waking me up. When I got out, coffee was ready, like I planned.
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Coffee in hand, I began to walk to my car, hoping today wouldn't be to tiresome. I made it to the set twenty minutes early, giving me some time to set up, which gave me a hopeful outlook for the rest of the day.
