Everything in my apartment is covered in a fine layer of black ash specks. The toilet, the dryer, the carpet, my clothes, my bed, my computer, the kitchen bench and my housemate’s entire room. I am so grateful that we have a smoke detector installed and that it works.
That’s all I have to say tonight.
I’m sorry if I smell like smoke tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to coming home from work to clean up my room and possibly murder my housemate. But I’m glad we have a smoke detector that works. Seriously.