"Nicole...Nicole wake up the movers are here" my mom is standing above me, lightly shaking me. "W-wha..oh..yea..ok" I say, rubbing my eyes. I stand up and stretch then head down to the driveway where boxes are lined up on the street. I grab one and grunt as I haul it into the house.
We load the boxes in and I pull the ones that hold my things up the stairs and to my room.
"Nicole! They're bringing up your bed!" My mom yells at me. I push the boxes to the side as the two burly guys walk in carrying in my black wooden bed. "Where do you want it?" One asks gruffly. "just in the center, please" I reply. They give me a strange look, but drop my bed in the middle. I never understood why people insist that beds belong in a corner, so I keep mine in the center.
I take stock of my room. My boxes in the corner, my bed in the center and a window and seat in the back wall with a pretty shitty view. Just the window on the next house over.
Oh how little I knew
