I'm standing in a small kitchen. Before me is a small stove, white and blue countertops. The light above the stove is on, illuminating the white cabinets to either side. At first, I think it's my kitchen then realize I'm somewhere else, it's my apartment in Germany.
A woman in the background is trying to tell me something important, but instead I block out her voice and peer into the left cabinet. It's filled with glass bowls of different colors, modern coned shapes with a thick stand. I remove one, clear blue, and peer inside the cabinet. Others of the same style are present, except in green, yellow, red. After inspecting it, I attempt to put it back into the cabinet...except I can't. It won't fit anymore. I stand at the cupboard, rearranging as much as I can, not wanting to stack because I know they will fall and break. Each time I put the bowl back, the door won't shut and I get upset. I put the bowl on the stove, the light illuminating it and stare with bewilderment at my bowl that now won't fit.
Opening the cupboard to the right, it is also filled with bowls except these ones are in the shapes of fruits and leaves. I remove one, and it's clear green in the shape of a leaf. Taking my finger, I trace the veins etched in glass, aweing at the craftsmanship, and then put it back. Removing another bowl, it's red the depth of half an apple, even with a fragile glass stem on the side. Returning to mine on the stove, I lift it into the right side cupboard - bothered that it is a different style than the others - but determined to get it put away. It's on the shelf, I try to close the door and it refuses to shut as in the first cupboard. With all my determination, I take all of them out, rearrange them again and still can't get it to fit. Each time I try, the light above the stove gets darker and darker, my frustrations echoing the dimming of the lights.
A woman in the background is trying to tell me something important, but instead I block out her voice and peer into the left cabinet. It's filled with glass bowls of different colors, modern coned shapes with a thick stand. I remove one, clear blue, and peer inside the cabinet. Others of the same style are present, except in green, yellow, red. After inspecting it, I attempt to put it back into the cabinet...except I can't. It won't fit anymore. I stand at the cupboard, rearranging as much as I can, not wanting to stack because I know they will fall and break. Each time I put the bowl back, the door won't shut and I get upset. I put the bowl on the stove, the light illuminating it and stare with bewilderment at my bowl that now won't fit.
Opening the cupboard to the right, it is also filled with bowls except these ones are in the shapes of fruits and leaves. I remove one, and it's clear green in the shape of a leaf. Taking my finger, I trace the veins etched in glass, aweing at the craftsmanship, and then put it back. Removing another bowl, it's red the depth of half an apple, even with a fragile glass stem on the side. Returning to mine on the stove, I lift it into the right side cupboard - bothered that it is a different style than the others - but determined to get it put away. It's on the shelf, I try to close the door and it refuses to shut as in the first cupboard. With all my determination, I take all of them out, rearrange them again and still can't get it to fit. Each time I try, the light above the stove gets darker and darker, my frustrations echoing the dimming of the lights.
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