Everyday I Come Home Expecting My Room to Look Like This.

and I will instantly turn to this.

I dream of houses and rooms with huge windows where I can sit and drink my morning coffee in, rooms with interesting closets that lead to more rooms, gigantic mansions with high ceilings and surreal wallpaper and magical twilit bathrooms with warm soapy waterfalls filling up the tub.

And then I wake up. I wake with a runny nose and a headache, the mold has gotten to me in the night. It's spread up my nose and into my brain, turning me into a swamp troll who's very grumpy and likes her privacy.

I tried putting baking powder on the wet spots of the carpet, the mold just ate them up.

Get me out of here.