There's a cave in the apartment of my basement. Tom, Chris DeSimone, Sammy Greenburg and Chris Cho are with me. As we go down into the cave I can feel the space getting larger and larger even though it's becoming darker. It feels as though I'm walking down a steep highway. Someone has a bright spotlight directing us, I can see pine trees, though I still know we're in a basement. I'm afraid of being first in line and last, I don't know whats out there in the dark. It feels like days venturing down- we finally get to a flight of basement steps and we walk into a basement room decorated with early 20th century furniture and vitamins all across the wooden floors. I can feel gel pills under my feet. We're all amazed that someone would dig that far to have their own private room. We go back up to tell others. They all think it's the new thing to do and go without me, even though it's my apartment.
Ellie the cat finds her way into a vat of gross marinara sauce, I have to bathe her while everyone is exploring
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