Tidewoven Inc | Micah’s Apartment
Micah’s apartment isn’t a home. It’s a holding pattern. A stopgap between crises. A place he sleeps when he has to, eats when he remembers, and hides when the world gets too loud. The place he moved into at 20 and has never left. It works, but only because he demands almost nothing from it.
When you walk in, the first thing you notice is the silence. Not peaceful silence. Empty silence. The kind that comes from someone who doesn’t trust permanence enough to make noise. The walls are bare. The furniture is secondhand and mismatched. Nothing personal sits out in the open. Not a single photo. Not a single object that could be mistaken for a memory.
The kitchen is functional at best. A couple of pans. One mug he uses for everything. The fridge holds energy drinks, leftover takeout, and whatever someone else pushed into his hands that week. He tells himself he doesn’t care, but it still stings how much this place exposes what he doesn’t have.
It’s only a cramped studio, but he has a couch, a blanket he never washes as often as he should, and a TV he barely turns on. He can’t focus long enough. His thoughts run too fast, and the quiet keeps feeding them. The blinds stay half-closed. He likes seeing the light without being seen.
His bed is worse. It’s made up with the cheapest sheets he could find. Clothes are either folded neatly or shoved into a corner, depending on the week. There’s a go bag under the bed. Old habit. New fear. He tells himself it’s preparation. Everyone else can see it’s trauma in disguise.
And then there’s the jacket. Pop’s old Navy jacket hangs on the back of a chair. It’s the only thing in the place that carries warmth. He doesn’t display it, but he keeps it where he can see it. It’s proof that someone, somewhere, once offered him safety without conditions.
Micah’s apartment says everything he won’t say out loud. It’s a place built for leaving, not living. A space held together by routine and denial. He thinks it’s enough, because anything else feels dangerous.
This apartment is Micah at his loneliest. It’s also the last place he’ll ever try to build a life alone.
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