Chapter 12
Nia
Late evening finds me slumped on my new, soft grey sofa, feet on the small glass coffee table above a furry cream rug. I'm bathed, exhausted, and to a degree, content. I spent the entire day organizing my new home. I literally stormed through the two-bedroom apartment, putting to place everything in my path with not a moment of rest. The grumble coming from my stomach reminds me that the coffees in the morning were the only "food " I've had today.