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Pulling the car in the front white picket fence I walked up the stairs to the small porch my legs stiff with pain I hope I remembered to pack my painkillers.
I opened the door the living room and kitchen were joined in one, the flooring made of hard wood, the walls bright yellow the colour had given me an instant migraine. The small kitchen was furnish with only the bare necessities it was nothing like my home in Tampa, the counter dark gray and dusty. The bathroom painted in olive green minus a tub and hot water. The bedroom had a small window, the view was blocked by pine trees. There was a gold cast iron bed in the middle of the room, the walls painted in a soft gray. I loved it for some strange reason.
I unloaded the car a single suitcase and four brown paper bags containing a few grocery items. Placing the bags on the counter I dragged my suit behind me as I made my way to the bedroom. I needed sleep just a little nap before I head down to the general store. I needed to get a few items pillows, blankets cleaning supplies.
It's been twelve hours since I had vanished I wondered about his reaction when he got to my house and found that I wasn't there. What went through his mind when he dialed my cellphone but got no reply.