[ WP ] You fall asleep while watching a TV show . When you wake up , you find that you are now living in the show .

`` Excuse me! Hey! Excuse me!'' 
 
 I rolled over and, in a dazed state, slowly opened my eyes - silently chuckling at what first appeared to be Graham Norton with bleached white hair and a tie that resembled a four year olds attempt of a Warhol painting. Clearly, I was still dreaming. 
 
 However, as I rubbed my eyes and awoke further, another more alarming thought crossed my mind: I was just watching Netflix in bed... how the hell did I end up in a cafe? 
 
 So, that's exactly what I asked him. 
 
 `` You ordered a skim extra hot mocha. You sat down. You fell asleep. Your drink mysteeeeriously turned into a skim extra cold mocha. I woke you up because having people asleep on the furniture is terrible for business''. 
 
 I instantly made the realisation that that this man was definitely not Graham Norton... yet, he seemed damn familiar. Not to mention, it seemed that he was transfixed by the top that I was wearing. I silently thanked myself for not wearing a dress. 
 
 The man turned my coffee cup around and read my name, smiling to himself as if he already knew what it was. 
 
 `` Ahhhh, Erica, Hopefully you're a bit less tightly strung than your mother used to be, and a bit more like her best friend. Your mother was always pretty, but her friend was STUNNING. Used to work for me. Took me nearly ten damn years to tell her that I loved her, and she just politely placed back into the... umm... what do you lot call it?'' 
 
 Oh God, do n't tell me the'above middle aged' folk use this term now.... 
 
 `` The friend zone?'' 
 
 He paused. `` Yes, that's it''. 
 
 I was n't sure what to do with that information. `` I'm sorry to hear that'', I intended to say somewhat sympathetically, but it ended up coming out rather condescendingly. 
 
 `` Yes, well you will be even more sorry if you try and sleep in here again. You've got an apartment.'' 
 
 This threw me back a little. 
 
 `` Wait, where is my apartment?'' 
 
 The man chuckled to himself for a little while, as if it was the funniest thing he'd heard all day. `` Well, that settles it, you're more like your father''. 
 
 As I rose from my seat, the man walked away from me - but not before calling out `` Do n't forget your stuff!''. I looked down and noticed my purse and a key on the table. As I picked up the key, I ran my fingers across an engraving on the top side that read' # 7 - E.G-B'. 
 
 `` I mean, I know you literally live right there'', the man said whilst pointing out the window, `` but I'd hate for you to walk there and back, and be so tired you need to nap again''. 
 
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 I walked to the building that the owner pointed at - 495 Grove Street. As I approached the front, a cat approached me. It had a horrendous stench, so I shooed it out the way. This displeased the blonde hippy-looking woman behind me, who - after scowling at me - picked the cat up, held it to her face and loudly whispered to it, `` Remember, It's not your fault''. Weird. 
 
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 I assumed that the # 7 on my key was my apartment number. So, you could understand my confusion when my key did n't work. I went down to reception to talk to someone about my situation. When I reached the desk, the woman there - before I could even say a word - answered my question. 
 
 `` Ohhhh, Myyyyy, Gaahhhhhdd'', she said with a voice that remarkably resembled Francine from'The Nanny'. `` It's Erica! Fiiiiinally! Your apartment is number 20 - not number 5 like your stupid father used to do. I used to date him a looooong time ago''. 
 
 God damn, that voice was annoying and I hope I never hear it again....however, at least I know now where I live. 
 
 I walked up to number 20, and unlocked the door. As I opened it, I noticed a strange colour scheme that would have fit the 90's to a tee. Bright purple illuminated the walls of the large living room area, and a decent sized balcony visible through the window. The kitchen was also decently sized too, with a red brick background and aqua furniture. 
 
 I could n't shake this weird feeling that I already know this place from somewhere - however, I also felt a sense of calming... as if I belonged here. 
 
 As I walked over to the shelf at the front of the room, I noticed six spare keys in a pile. `` Damn, that's a lot of spare keys'', I said to myself. I noticed that they all had numbers too - from 1 to 6. I also noticed that, on the other side, they all too had initials: `` M.G'', `` C.B'', `` P.B'', `` J.T'' and two keys with `` R.G''. 
 
 Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door - and that's when I noticed it. A golden picture frame that was mounted around the doors peephole. It was at that very moment in which I knew exactly where I was. I was watching this show before I fell asleep back home! 
 
 Upon opening the door, I was shocked to realise that the person at my door resembled my favourite character. He had a radiant smile, and such a seductive voice. And believe me, I nearly melted on the spot when he introduced himself through saying those magic words..... 
 
 `` Eyyy....How YOU doiinnn'? ``.
