I was rudely awoken by my Alexa beeping loudly. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
"Alexa," The robot didn't hear me, "Alexa!" I was yelling now, "Off," The loud noise finally stopped and a plopped back on my bed. I heard the small animal sneeze. I opened one eye and I saw Bruce sitting in the doorway. "Come here," I patted the spot next to me. The bunny ran up the small stairs that led up to my bed. He sniffed my face, tickling me. "Hey buddy," I pet him and he laid down slowly. I sat up and stretched my arms into the air.
I swung my feet over the edge of the bed. The cold wood flooring sent a chill up my leg and through my spine. I tiptoed to the bathroom and flicked on the light. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was messed up and I had dried drool on my cheek.
"Oh, God," I turned on the tap and pumped face wash into my hand. I rubbed the soap on my face until I felt clean. I grabbed a towel and dabbed my skin dry. "Better," I lightly slapped my cheeks as I looked at myself in the mirror. I walked out of the bathroom and towards my closet. "Who are we going to be today? I flipped through different shirts in my closet.
"I think," I pulled a baby blue tank top out of my closet. "Today I am a carefree LA girl," I walked over to my dresser and opened the third drawer. I pulled out a pair of jean shorts and threw them on my bed. "Today I will take risks and be spontaneous," I faked a dramatic British accent and stripped my clothes. I put on the jean shorts and buttoned them. I put the tank top over my shoulders and adjusted it onto my body. I walked over to the long mirror that leaned against my bedroom wall.
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I let my brown hair wave naturally down my back. I walked over to my closet and grabbed my white vans. I slipped them onto my feet and tied the pink laces. These were my favorite pair of shoes. They were basic, but my pink laces added their own special touch. I walked out of my bedroom and entered the living room.
I grabbed my keys off of the coffee table and tucked them into my pocket. I walked towards the kitchen counter and grabbed my camera bag off of it. I put the strap over my shoulder and walked towards my door. I twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open. I quickly shut it, making sure not to let Bruce out. I locked the door from the outside and made my way towards the elevator.
I approached the large metal doors and poked the 'down' button with my pointer finger. I waited patiently for the doors to slide open. Finally, the metal doors slid open and I stepped inside. The doors slowly closed and the elevator started to decent. I watched the numbers start counting down. The number stopped at three and I furrowed my eyebrows.
The doors slid open and in walked a very tall man. He had dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. I smiled politely and stepped to the side. He nodded his head at me and stood beside me.
"So do you live here or are you just visiting?" He spoke and I was surprised by his deep voice.
"Oh, I live here," I quickly glanced at him. "I live on the sixth floor," I stared awkwardly at the doors. The doors opened and I stepped out quickly.
