You enter my building and go up to the first floor. After stopping for a moment to survey the quiet corridor, you break the lock of my apartment and enter. Mad dog! you are stronger than you look.
This room is not looking very functional at the moment -- almost everything is packed into boxes. There are no pictures left on the walls. The computer over in the far corner has been disconnected. Oh it's all very neat. Doesn't look lived in. But over there you see a comfortable looking bed with clean sheets and pillows. Just looking at it makes you sleepy.
In the bathroom you can see a square-shaped bath, and standing in the bath is a chair. I like to stand on it to look out the window sometimes. You'd be surprised what you can see sometimes in the retirement village next door. One night I saw a young couple having an argument which developed into a fist-fight. Another time I saw a guy trying to mug a woman, but she ran off, scattering some loose change behind her on the path.
You can't keep your eyes open much longer. You'd like to just fall down anywhere and sink into beautiful rapturous sleep. Would you like to do that here, or somewhere else? You decide.