Ophelia sighs, placing the last moving box down. It hadn’t been too long since she began her move, but it felt like ages. She brought her normal clothes and furniture first, but the rest was her favored items. She had water bottles too, apparently it was against the rules, but it didn’t make any sense to her, how would you have rules in a town that restricted outside water? It seemed silly. This whole town was actually pretty strange. 
     She shouldn’t judge too soon, but there was no music or paint, literally no color. Her apartment was completely white, it was…unsettling. She takes out a tapestry her aunt made, hanging it on the wall, then putting a few colorful decorations and throw blankets out. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better. Next, she takes out her speaker, putting on the soundtrack from Pirates of the Caribbean. She adored the instrumental, and it took away from how depressing this room was. 
    Finally, she sits down, facing the large window that looked out to the city. Bland. But her apartment now had color, liveliness, it was nice. She strikes up a match, lighting a cigarette and finally just, breathing.