It was the middle of the night, and I was asleep on the couch, when I was awakened by Kyle turning on the light, and ripping my blankets off of me. He told me that I needed to get my bedding stuff off of the couch because he was trading it for another couch, and the guy was going to be at the apartment any minute. He also told me to get the vacuum and clean the living room.
I was confused, tired, and angry. I started to argue with him, because he never even talked about it with me, and the couch was MY bed. He ignored my anger, and the man eventually showed up, knocking loudly on our door.
He had already pulled the couch into the hallway, and seemed very impatient. I looked at the couch, and got even angrier. It was a small, black, 3-piece couch, made of some kind of suede material. It was hideous, and much smaller than our current couch. And it was in pieces. It had unrealistic, boxy edges, and honestly didn’t even look like a couch at all. Kyle lifted up one of the segments, and a few dozen nails, screws, and nuts fell to the floor. They were all different colors and sizes, and the guy told us that he had no idea what they went to. I turned to Kyle and started yelling at him again about how horrible the couch was, and that there was no way we were trading our huge, leather couch for it.
I told the guy that he needed to take his ugly couch and leave. He walked out the door, leaving the couch behind in our hallway. I continued to argue with Kyle, but he had nothing to say. I told him that he needed to get rid of the crappy couch, since the guy had left it, but he refused, and walked away. I tried to pick up one of the couch segments, but it was too heavy for me to lift by myself. I went to find Kyle, but he must have left the apartment, because he was nowhere. I went back to the hallway, and the guy had come back, and was trying to drag our good couch out the door. I pushed him down, screaming at him to leave. He started yelling back at me, calling me a bitch, saying he was going to come back with more guys. I shut the door in his face.
I locked the door, and tried to push our couch back into the living room, so that I could go back to sleep. I stepped on the pile of nails and screws that were still on the ground, and blood started pouring out of my food. I started crying, and tried to hobble to the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood behind me. I started sobbing loudly, and said something out loud about not getting our deposit back for the apartment because of the blood on the carpet.
I sat on the toilet and tried to wipe the blood off of my foot.
And then I woke up.