Apt 1002-03
Get out of the way!
Her arm blocked the elevator panel. I reached behind her for the button. Her eyes locked on her phone. Every single time. The dog and I got off at the dog park. The dog’s tail wagged. Next time, I’ll ask her to push the button for me.
Apt 1002-02
I’d left my glasses behind.
My hair was hanging in my eyes. I got on the down elevator. Pushed 10. Ping. The door opened. Again. Again. I was already on 10. I needed floor 2.
Apt 1002-01
I moved across the country a year ago.
Having not lived in an apartment since my 20’s, I was worried about Oliver, my nine-year-old mini golden doodle disturbing my neighbors. I picked out a 10th floor apartment, all the way at the end of the hallway. I had lots of time to think.