Time is 5:05. It’s Tuesday. A woman walks up a stairwell. She is on her way home from work, she carries a paper bag with groceries and freshly baked bread.
She opens the tall white front door and walks into her apartment. It is sparingly furnished. Old Danish designs. Brown leather, wood and steel. Walls are in muted colours. Beige, grey and off-white. On the marble kitchen table, white lilies stand in a tall glass vase. The air is filled with a sweet scent of bread and flowers.
She walks slowly. The floor is made of pale wood and is smooth against her bare feet. She leaves the grocery bag on the kitchen table and walks into the living room. Lays down on the white couch with a glass of cold Sancerre in her hand. She let’s her hair out. It’s dark, long and has a natural texture. Her make up is minimal and flawless. She stretches out for the remote control. Arranges the pillow under her head. Pulls the blanket up and puts the music on. ”Two nights” with Lykke Li. She turns the volume up and closes her eyes. She is home.