The day started with the smell of perfume wafting through Petra’s bedroom window from Forever 21. She took a sniff of her newly purchased (tags still intact) pajama set, inhaling the perfect combination of lavender and honey. She grinned just at the thought of it.
Petra glided to her window, pulling it open with a couple of shoves. Finally, the window gave in and a gust of wind and rain blew the receipts off her side table. She peered out of her window, cautiously glimpsing over the edge at Heaven that lied below.
It was barely 7 and the streets were almost entirely silent. A few trucks passed by, carrying trash, coming to slow, squeaky stops every so often. Petra liked her view. It was urban, yet serene. She didn’t mind the daily trash-trucks, because in fact, they comforted Petra. Just like the canary yellow shopping bags scattered around her house from her various shopping excursions to Heaven with her employee discount.
Petra is the manager at Forever 21 and had be downstairs at promptly 8 0'clock. She likes to get to work before the other employees because she enjoys running her fingers across the endless racks of clothes, thinking about which ones she will purchase at the end of the day.
In order for Petra’s day to run smoothly she must check her clothing collection that is stored in her spare bedroom, which she specifically uses as a closet. It is average size, not too small, but not too large. All of the clothes are on the same white, plastic hangers. Petra doesn’t use the wire ones, because they can damage the clothes in some shape or form. She hangs the clothes on metal racks, which are color-coded by category. Blouses go on rack one, along with the t-shirts, and pants and skirts go on rack two. The shoes are neatly stacked in boxes along the trim of the walls. The items are neatly organized so Petra can see all of them in an easy, visually appealing manner.
It takes Petra approximately 10 minutes to pick out her outfit each day. She times it. Three minutes for a top, three minutes for a bottom, two minutes for shoes, and two minutes for accessories. Petra uses her time wisely and never exceeds her limit. Once her outfit has been chosen she shuffles across her hard-wood floors into her kitchen.
Her kitchen consists of a small wooden table with two chairs from Jack’s Jems. It’s not the best, but it does the trick. Petra opened her mini-fridge to see what was left of her grocery run last Tuesday. It does not look promising. Only a few drips of orange juice and one cup of plain yogurt left. It will have to do.
Just as Petra begins to sit down in her chair, she hears two quick and sudden knocks at her front door, jolting Petra from her seat. She was not expecting guests and she does not have any neighbors. This is quite a perplexing day for Petra Jagodzinska.
Petra glided to her window, pulling it open with a couple of shoves. Finally, the window gave in and a gust of wind and rain blew the receipts off her side table. She peered out of her window, cautiously glimpsing over the edge at Heaven that lied below.
It was barely 7 and the streets were almost entirely silent. A few trucks passed by, carrying trash, coming to slow, squeaky stops every so often. Petra liked her view. It was urban, yet serene. She didn’t mind the daily trash-trucks, because in fact, they comforted Petra. Just like the canary yellow shopping bags scattered around her house from her various shopping excursions to Heaven with her employee discount.
Petra is the manager at Forever 21 and had be downstairs at promptly 8 0'clock. She likes to get to work before the other employees because she enjoys running her fingers across the endless racks of clothes, thinking about which ones she will purchase at the end of the day.
In order for Petra’s day to run smoothly she must check her clothing collection that is stored in her spare bedroom, which she specifically uses as a closet. It is average size, not too small, but not too large. All of the clothes are on the same white, plastic hangers. Petra doesn’t use the wire ones, because they can damage the clothes in some shape or form. She hangs the clothes on metal racks, which are color-coded by category. Blouses go on rack one, along with the t-shirts, and pants and skirts go on rack two. The shoes are neatly stacked in boxes along the trim of the walls. The items are neatly organized so Petra can see all of them in an easy, visually appealing manner.
It takes Petra approximately 10 minutes to pick out her outfit each day. She times it. Three minutes for a top, three minutes for a bottom, two minutes for shoes, and two minutes for accessories. Petra uses her time wisely and never exceeds her limit. Once her outfit has been chosen she shuffles across her hard-wood floors into her kitchen.
Her kitchen consists of a small wooden table with two chairs from Jack’s Jems. It’s not the best, but it does the trick. Petra opened her mini-fridge to see what was left of her grocery run last Tuesday. It does not look promising. Only a few drips of orange juice and one cup of plain yogurt left. It will have to do.
Just as Petra begins to sit down in her chair, she hears two quick and sudden knocks at her front door, jolting Petra from her seat. She was not expecting guests and she does not have any neighbors. This is quite a perplexing day for Petra Jagodzinska.
