<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 21st<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>: Morning<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>From somewhere far away Lily could hear the steady beat of a klaxon. It was drawing nearer and nearer and soon the blaring alarm was ringing in her ears. *BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP*<br/><br/>Lily pressed herself off the pillow and threw a heavy hand onto her alarm clock, clicking the switch from on to off. The luminous red numbers showed 5:25 AM. With a groan, she rolled over and stared at the ceiling. "What was that about?" She asked the light fixture in a demanding tone. A chill went down her spine as she remembered the monster's face. Some part of her knew that that sort of creature was something real. The epiphany made her sick to her stomach. "What are you thinking, Lily?" she asked herself as she quitted her reclining position and rubbed her eyes. Her feet hit the cold hardwood floor and she made her way into the bathroom. In one motion she stripped off her nightie and stepped into the shower stall. She turned the water on and an icy blast gradually became lukewarm. It was just the thing to properly wake her up. Her mind raced over every detail in her dream as the shampoo suds rolled down her back.<br/><br/>'There's no way something like that could be real, Lily. You're being crazy...' she told herself as the terror welled up inside. Some part of her resisted the reassurance the thought was supposed to bring. And then a more terrifying thought crept in. 'Mom was schizophrenic... Is that genetic?' She turned off the water and patted herself dry before wrapping the towel around her head like a turban. She examined her face in the mirror and spoke toher reflection. "Mom liked to talk about monsters as if they were real... We're not that crazy are we?" The absurdity of talking to herself in the mirror was not lost on Lily and she chuckled nervously.<br/><br/>She shook her head as if to clear it, and pulled a plain sports bra and non-descript panties out of the basket of clean laundry she'd neglected to fold. After slipping into them, she walked over to the dresser to retrieve her work shirt. She pulled the garment from the drawer and shook the folds out. It was a simple white t-shirt bearing the restaurant logo. It said 'Harry's Coffee Shop" , in bold red letters. On the back, there was an image of a stained looking distressed coffee mug. A catchphrase below the image read "Follow me to Harry's Coffee Shop!" She pulled the thing over her head and stepped into a pair of black jeans. Her gray canvas sneakers finished the look. Again there was a tiny voice in her head trying to convince her 'the monsters are real the monsters are real the monsters are real themonstersareREALl' before her voice of reason shouted back 'SHUT UP.' She felt like curling back up in bed, and the awful feeling she had was growing. She felt like she was losing it. She walked over to the stereo and clicked it on. It was some girly voiced pretty boy singing about love. The music was cheesy and annoying, but right now noise was better than silence. Her thoughts drifted to the man she'd seen in her dream.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that she was officially on winter break, the digital alarm clock next to her bed now read 5:55. School breaks were the best time to rack up extra cash so she was opening the restaurant today, but her shift didn't start till 6:30. Lily decided to take advantage of how early she was ready and walk the two miles to the cafe today. It would give her time to clear her head after the haunting dream. Of course, it would also give the cafe some free advertising if anyone was awake enough at this hour to pay attention to the garment she wore. She opted out of drying her hair and decided it would have plenty of time to dry on the way. She switched the stereo off, then kicked the gym bag from last night out of the way and opened the door. It was a chilly 40 something degrees as the sun wasn't fully up yet, so she grabbed a navy blue track jacket from the peg next to the door, zipped it over the t-shirt (Harry's free advertising be damned), and plugged her ear-buds into a generic mp3 player.<br/><br/>She threw the smallish courier type bag that served as a purse over her shoulder locked the door behind her. As she set off for work at a brisk pace, she subconsciously matched her steps to her favorite song as it played. In her head she sang along with one specific line in particular. 'I can't be haunted if I never see a ghost.'<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lily's MP3 Player: Now Playing</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">Nortec Collectve presents: Bostich+FussibIe - "I Count The Ways" (feat. Kylee Swenson) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdvEZp8r1pg#)</div></div></div>