Day Two

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"HEY BEN," My roommate yelled as he entered the perfectly clean apartment we shared.

"HEY LEO," I yelled back. He wondered into the kitchen where I, for the third time that day, was cleaning the table.

"Dude I told you to stop with this excessive cleaning, It makes me feel like I'm living in a hospital," Leo laughed grabbing the rag from my hand. I felt my breath hitch, I didn't get to finish cleaning it.

check, check, check, organize, repeat, repeat, repeat...

Those words replayed in my head as I clenched my hand and moved onto going to lock the front door.

always lock the door

I turn the lock and jiggled the doorknob.

check.

I unlock then locked the door, jiggling the knob.

again.

and again I unlock the door, then lock it and jiggle the knob.

it's not locked, check again.

Unlock... lock... jiggle.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it's for sure locked.

Three times a charm...

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