I walk into the home that is so familiar, yet has changed drastically since I moved. The carpet is now grey instead of lavender. The walls are painted chrome with a feature wall of blue, and baby blue as well. The state of the house almost disgusts me, and it horrifies me they changed what it originally was. I enter by sneaking through a window in the dead of the night. I can’t stay long and definitely can’t have its current occupants find me here. I seriously don’t need another police incident this month. I desperately need to reach the basement first. I have to check to see if it’s where I left it. I creep gently down the stairs, taking extra precautions so that the steps don’t creak under my steps. My box is still there, I can’t believe it! My blood courses through with joy, bubbling with glee. As I turn to leave the way I came, I notice a door I’ve never seen before. Did the new owners build another room down here? I go to open the door and I start back where I started, staring at the house from across the street in my hiding place. I’m baffled by what just happened. I keep trying and trying in a groundhog day loop that confuses me more.

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