winston's flat

as i walked in Winston's flat, i paused to look out one of the windows. his flat was seven flights up. he had a nice view, like one looking out a tall building and watching the bitterness of the cold outside. i looked around a liltle more and noticed a feminine voice speaaking. the feminine voice came from a huge oval shaped frame, kind of like an enormous mirror. i turned the switch to drown out the femine voice because you only do that. you can never completely shut it off. i was as quiet as mouse running across a room. every little noise would be detected and every move i made would be seen. the next room i went into was the kitchen it was so tiny u would think it was a closet with extra things not supposed to be there. to top it off the fridgerater looked like an empty mini-bar except for a piece of bread, which i was saving for the next day. i took a bottle of a clear liquid labled Vitory Gin. the smell of the liquid burned the insides of mi nose. i poured a shot of it into a glass and took a big gulp. it was like tasting something so nasty tears streamed down my cheeks.