My "crib" is not the one that I pictured in my dreams.  I live on the 13th floor in room 1303 of the Maplewood Crest apartment complex.  My living space is ideal for a college student living on his own.  I do not require a lot of space, which is nice because I do not have much.  There is only a single bedroom along with a living room and bathroom.  My room is small and has a bed, TV and closet, that mostly consists of dirty, unwashed clothes and my collection of expensive basketball shoes that I bought before I moved out on my own.  The walls are a bland, cream color, with paint peeling sporadically throughout the surface.  I do not own any sort of pet because of my budget and laziness.  I have considered getting a fish to keep me company, but fish aren't exactly man's best friend or great companions.  I own a moldy old lamp that I have had all of my life that rests on my bedside stand.  It does not work very well, but it gets the job done, and holds incredible amounts of sentimental value.  That is the basic layout of my humble abode.  I someday hope Ill be able to upgrade to a better standard of housing.

    I awoke as the scent of burning linen filled my nostrils.  “Great, another kitchen fire” I thought to myself.  They seemed to be pretty common occurrence at Maplewood Crest so I was used to them by now.  I left my apartment pretty early today and figured I had some time to kill, so I stopped by the coffee shop under the art store on Maplewood Ave.  I don't usually drink coffee, but Mondays always sap the energy right out of me, so I needed a kick start.  I finished drinking my coffee and left the shop, when my stomach began to growl.  I noticed I had a little bit of money in my pocket, which was unusual since my job at CVS did not pay to well.  I bumped into a strange looking man as I walked into the Paigeman diner that was located between Maplewood Crest and the coffee and took my seat.  As I sat and ate my bacon, my attention shifted to one of the TVs.  The news was updating the public on a criminal that had been escaped from his holding cell.  A chill shot down my spine as the man on the screen looked exactly like the man I bumped into while entering the diner.