I was in an apartment gathering Jay’s shoes so he could come pick them up. I think this was supposed to be right after we broke up but the apartment was weird. It was old, the colors were like it was the 70’s with the carpet and everything. I was sitting on the floor unzipping this military pea green bag, it almost looked like it was shaped like a bag for a rifle and inside of it were more of his things I was setting aside. I was expecting some automatic drama whenever I was going to interact with him and was trying to prepare myself for it. I didn’t miss him, or have anxiety, or feel any kind of hatred. I just wanted to get this exchange over with. I also found some of my shoes while sitting on the floor and tried on a black sandal. These looked like shoes I owned years and years ago that I wore until they died and eventually had to toss. I always hated throwing away shoes I loved but if they’re worn out beyond repair.. they’re kind of done. I was more attached to the shoes than anything. I walked to the kitchen near the door and looked around then noticed a little cut out in the wall that exposed the kitchen to the living area. I walked past the partition again and there was a hexagonal hot tub and a larger tub that was drained to it’s right, kind of like an indoor pool. It took up the entire room and was in desperate need of being cleaned. I was trying to figure out if there was mold buildup or something and thought about how to clean it, and thought it was going to take a lot of bleach but then didn’t want to get myself sick. I imagined all the cleaner in that space would essentially have me huffing bleach and dying or causing some kind of damage.