You hear the deep rumble of the steel garage door closing behind your back. You feel the familiar, warm door handles as they seem to welcome you in. You push open the heavy, white door,immediately being greeted by the ear piercing screech of the alarm system. You are typing in the memorized code, as you start to smell the warm vanilla and cinnamon that fills the surrounding air. When you set your stuff on the table next to you the seat next to it almost pulls you to it. Your shoes come of your now bare feet and the cold hardwood floor freezes your feet, but you are used to that. Everything is quiet besides the whirring fans and your heavy footsteps. As you near the second floor the light smell of scented wax pulls you in. You lay down
