Ava: Settling In (II)
Thunk.
That's it. That's the last book, tossed onto a pile of mystery novels. Fifteen boxes are now empty, and while it might appear that my apartment is little more than a haphazard pile of empty boxes and organized book piles, my heart breathes with the room I've created by tackling the monster that is everything Mrs. Elkins stored in this apartment for the last who knows how long.
The couch is soft and springy as I flop onto it, taking a well-deserved break. Selene's ears perk up at my sudden display of enthusiasm, but she doesn't move, content to rest by the front door, which happens to be one of the few places in the living room not covered in something.
"We did it, Selene! We've tackled the monster and unpacked it all!"
Well, everything that was in the living room. The kitchen still has a few boxes, and let's not even talk about the bedroom. But the living room? The living room is done, and that's what matters.