Evelyn
"I'm going to lose it," I mutter as I drag my sofa, trying to reposition the furniture in the living room to make it work.
I've already dealt with the kitchen, fixing the wallpaper I purchased a while ago, but I had no time to set it up. I fixed the bookshelf in the spare room and did a few things in the bathroom.
Not because I'm the twenty-something-year-old woman who arranges her apartment at night.
No.
The reason why, at midnight, I am putting my back to work instead of sleeping or relaxing in bed is because of the noise coming from the floor above mine. The sound of music and people competing to see who can talk the loudest kept me from sleeping.
"I'm going to lose it, and I'm going to take someone with me," I mutter, abandoning the sofa when my strength fails and plopping
