Mimosa slipped the key into the lock of her new room. She sighed as she opened the door. It was spacious enough, but so bare. The drab grey walls had no personality; even her sheets were standard issue.
She quickly got to work. By the time she'd finished, there was a laptop on her desk, a few pictures hanging on the walls and a cartoon-frog alarm clock beside the now dark pruple bed.
This could be the start of a good year.
She quickly got to work. By the time she'd finished, there was a laptop on her desk, a few pictures hanging on the walls and a cartoon-frog alarm clock beside the now dark pruple bed.
This could be the start of a good year.