Obviously moving out of his cubicle was kind of a big thing
Furniture could stay though. Joe was moving on up.
Full boxes piled high, he snaked through the doorway
It felt good to put his stuff on top of his desk
Couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he was able to close the door
Even though this kingdom was small, it was his and only his
Paisley never goes with stripes
Ashley screamed inside her head
Rachel insisted the apartment by funky
All different styles and patterns
Leaving Ashley’s patience as scattered as the array of furniture
Looking around the room, Rachel exclaimed, “Perfection.”
Every last scrap of hope plunged into darkness for Ashley
Looking down the double barrels of a design shotgun, Ashley bit the bullet.