Ok, where am I?
Even though she was standing in an unfarmiliar place, she still felt at ease, almost homely, like she had been there before but that was impossible wasn't it? It was unfarmiliar, she couldnt have been there before; not that there was anything out of the ordinary about it: it was just an ordinary flat; two bedrooms, a bathroom, a place to sit and a kitchen, all in neutral colours; whites, creams and beiges. However, it did have the most gorgeous plane glass windows with white linen curtains looking out upon the wild ocean. So, why was she here? She the strangest feeling had come upon her, like someone else was supposed to be here too. She stood there silently for a few minutes but of course, nothing happened, no one came. Who was she really expecting to walk through the door anyway... George Clooney? However, she did have the strange urge to explore. She travelled to the bedrooms, they were huge, almost as big as an apartment, they contained king sized beds covered in the softest and creamy coloured of bed sheets. The kitchen was also fairly large, roughly the size of a normal livingroom. It was covered in beautiful, shiny white...
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