It was 11:00pm when I entered my single apartment on the 23rd floor over looking mane st. the second the door shut I locked it. The room was silent except for the jingling of the many ID’s hanging from the door. I have obtained many of them over the years. Each one has a different name and photo. You’d never think all those people were me.

After checking that the window was locked, I went over to the closet and took a green box out. By then I was starting to feel drowsy from the days excitement I just brought the box with me to the bathroom. Every thing was blurry and more than usual. I hate color change contacts. That was the first thing I did in there was take them out to let some air get to my green eyes.

Now back to the box. I left it on the counter. When I opened it up there was a new mannequin head for my counter. I placed it next to my sink before taking the long brown wig off. As I took it off my black curly hair poofed up right away from the humidity. Then I heard a crash from downstairs.