What a day! She’d finally moved into her own place after months of viewing flats and studios. The legal stuff had dragged on, but as that drew to a close, it had been freeing to pack only what she needed into five boxes and two suitcases. She’d let the other two girls in their shared flat pick over the remaining clothes and possessions, cargo she was happy to jettison in her journey upwards. Now she’d arrived. No more tripping over people’s shoes in the hall or navigating damp bras and panties to use the basin or shower. This space was all hers, to enjoy the way she wanted, and that’s what Sybil fully intended.
She started by locating the box containing essentials. She’d scribed it with a large red number 1 on all sides. On the top, padding everything was the beautiful fur throw she’d spied in the window of a department store on the day she exchanged contracts on the apartment. Its luxurious plush fibres called out to her as she stopped to admire it. Touch me, you know you want to, they seemed to say. She went inside the store to trail her fingers against its warmth and softness and that’s when she knew she’d buy it. Now it wouldn’t matter that she didn’t have a sofa yet; with this thrown over the deep wooden window seat, other furniture purchases could wait. Anyway, Sybil had reasoned, discovering it on the day the flat had legally become hers, no turning back, seemed like a portent.
Reverently she removed the shaggy throw from its packaging and rubbed its fine fibres against her cheek. Its softness brought to mind kittens and scudding clouds, a breath of warm air against her smooth skin. With a sigh of contentment, she spread it out, then stood back to admire how well it looked against the woodgrain. The windows behind it provided a moving backdrop of distant activity. Reaching into box number 1 Sybil found the kettle, mugs, and a carton of her favourite green tea. She put water on to boil and prepared a cup for herself while stowing her plates, bowls, cutlery, and glasses neatly in a cupboard.
Her phone pinged with an incoming message, the furniture store, confirming delivery of her bed was in an hour. What would she do with an hour to herself? It was a no-brainer, she would relax in the best way. She could celebrate her newfound freedom and independence anywhere and everywhere now. This place was all her own, the door was shut against the world and no flatmates would disturb her.
Sybil smiled to herself at the prospect of quiet and privacy, which was quite a novelty....
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