I walked into someone else's apartment.
Not only that.
I walked into the service couple's apartment.
Thinking it was mine.
I live on the third level.
I came from the sixth level and went down two levels
thinking I was on the third level.
I was distracted.
A girl knew my name but I didn't know hers.
I felt awful, and still do because to this moment, I'm still unsure of what her name is.
I was thinking so hard, my math skills failed me.
Thinking I was on my floor, I went through the door and down the hall.
I went to the second door which should have been mine.
I first noticed when I saw the hardwood flooring.
The next thing I heard was a voice.
A man's voice.
What is HE doing in MY room?
I look up, not my room.
I played it off cool, like always.
The brother and sister who live there assured me it was ok.
That I could stop by anytime I wanted too.
Which may be more often than they think.