An apartment of my own, nestled between busy buildings and crowded streets, this is heaven on earth. A quiet room, light by a string of Christmas lights. This is how everything should be. Mismatched tea cups will fill the cabinets and my grandmother's quilt draped over an old chair. The hard-wood floors are disguised by a furry rug underneath my favorite chair. My best friend asleep beside me, haphazardly strewn across our metal framed bed. A little dog sleeps on the floor beside me, the sound of his breathing perfectly complimenting the peaceful melody pouring from my speakers. I look across the room and see a cello laid to sleep underneath a piano, this is perfection. One moment, one glance, one apartment.