I’m working at a new web company that has taken over a whole set of apartments in a building. Thomas is working there too and I go over to see what he’s working on. It’s nice to see him. We might be a subsidary of GE.
We’re giving tours of our offices/apartments. My desk from my apartment at home is at the office. After the tours I notice that all my spare change from my change jar has been stolen. I feel irresponsible for having left it in there, I should have known better.
I’m standing at the wardrobe my mother had when I was a child. I’m folding sweaters and putting them in piles categorized by color.
