A spacious, clean room with beautiful wood flooring and a great view. It was unusually cheap, and when I asked, they said it was a "stigmatized property."

There's no way ghosts actually exist. I unlocked the door to my new home and breathed in the fresh, somewhat restless air. I opened the window, lay down on the floor, closed my eyes, and surrendered to the cold wood.

A calm and warm scent of spring and new beginnings. The sound of the wind is gentle, and sunlight illuminates the white walls.

I opened my eyelids before sleep could overtake me.