Is This The Place To Which You Have Come?

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.