✽ Mandy ✽
I woke up with the kind of restless energy that made my skin itch. It was my day off from Clover & Steel, and I had no classes scheduled at the institute, which meant I had no excuse to keep spiraling in my head. If my apartment was going to keep making me feel trapped, then I was going to take control of it.
Spring cleaning.
It sounded dramatic, like I owned enough things to justify the phrase. My apartment was small. Bedroom, tiny bathroom, little kitchen, living room that doubled as everything else. Still, clutter had a way of making a place feel haunted. If I cleaned it, top to bottom, maybe my mind would stop treating every shadow like a threat. I stripped my bed first. Sheets into the laundry basket. Pillowcases too. I opened the window a crack to let in fresh air and im
