The memory of 126 Riverside Drive will always stay with me. The concrete in front of the apartment overlooking the park is separated into squares and covered in old gum and the occasional chalk doodle. You go up and stand on the single black concrete step and look up at the black marble and the silver 126. You walk in the clear glass door and walk onto the faded tile floor that goes from the bottom of the few lonely stairs through the next door and to the elevator. You feel the cold from the faded brass handrail and walk up the stairs to the buzzer with a list of all the apartments. You press the black button worn out from years of being pressed by guests, delivery guys, and the occasional resident that forgot their key. You say your name
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On the bottom there’s dark purple and black gravel with plastic plants off all different colors. Next to the bowl there’s an orange can of fish food that’s nearly empty. There a fake flowers that still stay with me to this day, I’ve used them for numerous costumes and photos. They’re in an old jar that when rubbed you can feel the words that were etched on. Above that there’s an old photograph of a kitchen the photo itself is behind a thick layer of glass that protects it from danger. There’s a thick black frame that matches the one in the entry way. You walk down a little more and you’re in the kitchen the blue tile is cool on your feet sending shivers through your body. You brush against the oven handle and walk towards the kitchen sink. Above the sink there’s a stained glass window that sends shadows dancing around the kitchen . The colored glass panels blur the image of the brick wall from the building next to ours. You hear the dishwasher quietly gurgling and grunting as it washes the dishes. You turn around and walk out of the kitchen dodging the corner of the marble kitchen counter top. You look up at the shelf that hangs from the ceiling holding all the fancy dishware. There’s teacups, pitchers, vases, plates, and trays that are all laid out in an orderly
On the bottom there’s dark purple and black gravel with plastic plants off all different colors. Next to the bowl there’s an orange can of fish food that’s nearly empty. There a fake flowers that still stay with me to this day, I’ve used them for numerous costumes and photos. They’re in an old jar that when rubbed you can feel the words that were etched on. Above that there’s an old photograph of a kitchen the photo itself is behind a thick layer of glass that protects it from danger. There’s a thick black frame that matches the one in the entry way. You walk down a little more and you’re in the kitchen the blue tile is cool on your feet sending shivers through your body. You brush against the oven handle and walk towards the kitchen sink. Above the sink there’s a stained glass window that sends shadows dancing around the kitchen . The colored glass panels blur the image of the brick wall from the building next to ours. You hear the dishwasher quietly gurgling and grunting as it washes the dishes. You turn around and walk out of the kitchen dodging the corner of the marble kitchen counter top. You look up at the shelf that hangs from the ceiling holding all the fancy dishware. There’s teacups, pitchers, vases, plates, and trays that are all laid out in an orderly