Carol's apartment - description only

Carol stood in the middle of her three thousand square foot loft and listened. In the distance she heard a car honk its horn and then screech off. People walking by and over head a helicopter whizzed by. She walked towards the picture window on the far side and pressed her hands up against it. A view. From 1000 feet below the ground.

It was easier to think she lived above ground with this 100 inch window mimicing the outside world.

Carol had asked that her space in the domicle be as close to real life above ground living as possible. She made no effort to hide the fact that sometimes she missed seeing the sun. She spent her life working the night and sleeping very little during the day. The option to walk out and feel the sun was there, but sometimes she wanted to sit on her comfy couch and look out a window.

A real window. With real sunlight.

The downstairs was pure comfort. Her kitchen was large and actually did entertain down in the Domicle. Ellis, Simon, sometimes Marthinus. She was a very good cook and surprisingly agile with dinner knives. The loft was carpeted with a plush vanilla colored mat. The walls were covered in a soft taupe with splashes of color from numerous watercolors. The same types of watercolors that adorn her office.

Upstairs was her bedroom, loft style much like Simon's. It over looked the living room and dining room. It was a three cornered wall, again with another simulated picture window. Carol would lay in her bed, looking out her picture window and watch the view from her beach cottage.

The beach.

Carol took her hands off the picture window downstairs, picked up her cell phone and palm pilot and left for her office deep within the bowels of the Domicile.