<div align="center">(http://www.ehomedecor.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Small-bedrooms-3.jpg)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lily's Apartment<br/><strong>Date</strong>: December 20th<br/><strong>Description</strong>: A small studio Apartment procured through UCLA's Post-Foster Program. It has a tiny private bathroom with a shower (no tub), and a private entrance. Attached to the exterior wall near the entrance is a small corrugated metal shed with a padlock. It's just big enough to fit a Vespa. <br/></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i52.tinypic.com/10rttts.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Lily Kaufman<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 10:15 PM<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>The night air was cool and refreshing as Lily lifted off her purple helmet. She hung it on the handlebars of her Lilac Vespa and walked the vehicle into her tiny shed. She snapped the padlock shut and jingled her keys as she unlocked her apartment door. She unceremoniously dropped her gym bag on the floor just inside the door and peeled off her sweaty t-shirt. She cracked her neck and chuckled to herself when she saw the clock on the wall. Her shift at the Cafe had ended over four hours ago.<br/><br/>She'd stopped at the small wing chun school she'd been attending since she moved from San Francisco on her way home. She liked her new Sifu. He was strict, but kind. She'd managed to make him crack the slightest hint of a smile today. To her, that smile was worth more than any trophy. It meant he was proud of her progress. Recently, it seemed, she could move faster with less effort, and strike with more strength. It was getting to the point that the only other person at the school that could stand their ground against her was her teacher himself.... and boy had he kicked her ass today.<br/><br/>She wandered around her small living space in nothing but her underwear for a few minutes while she stretched out her sore muscles. In true zen fashion, she decided to have a cold shower before bed. As the frigid water washed over her body in icy waves, she felt almost transcendent. Moments later she toweled her hair off, and slipped into a baby doll nightie that ended just about mid thigh. One more check of the lock on the door, and she slipped into bed. She thought for a moment about grabbing a book from her nightstand, but changed her mind. It wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep.