Diora
I despised cleaning but the unhinged state of my closet made me feel so guilty every day that I had to walk in there, get dressed and see it looking like a trailer drove through it.
I could be curled up under my covers, bingeing my comfort series on Netflix, and munching on anything I can find right now but as tempting as that sounded, I'd only be delaying the inevitable.
I groaned, throwing my hair in a messy bun as I trudged into the closet, weaselling my way through the pile of clothes littering the floor. My eyes scanned the dishevelled state of the space, a feeling of tiredness washing over me because I didn't even know where to start.
I crouched, gathered the pile of clothes on the floor and moved them to the other end of the closet. Afterwards, I whipped out my phone from
