In the dark (20)

Dimitri

Damien and I did not have much to pack since we were basically camping in the hotel. I had only three sets of clothing with me and toiletries. I did still have some money from my job that I kept for emergencies. We had no idea how long we would be in hiding for. So, after packing my backpack, I cleaned my room. I wasn’t messy so cleaning was rather quick. I always despised messes even as a child. I remember my dad telling me that the maids would come make my bed so, I should leave it. But I couldn’t. I had to make my own bed every morning. When I left my room, it had to be cleaned. No, I did not have OCD. I just was very adamant about having a clean bedroom, I guess. Once I was out of my room though, I made a mess of everything. I am an artist after all. The world was my canvas.