She slipped off the counter; one foot, then the other, and half bounced to her room. A song had been playing on the stereo and she really wanted to hear it. Her blonde hair danced a bit as she bobbed her head to the music, her peach colored lips lazily mouthing the words as she made her way to the other side of the house. She didn't really know all of the words to the song, but she didn't really care. Her eyes darted to the door. It sounded for a moment as if someone were there.
The walls of her apartment were cluttered with photos and shelves decorated in things she'd found or bargained for. Instruments; pictures of strangers; articles o