Genesis began the relatively short walk home to his apartment complex. He waited patiently to taste the cake, though it did look rather appetizing. He remembered the woman behind the register lived right under him, he often eavesdropped on her on a slow day, the floor wasn't too hard to hear through, and with an angels ears, it was like she was right infront of him. He walked into his building, and decided to sprint up the stairs, instead of the elevator. The slight workout made him feel more comfortable as he opened his door with his keycard. The place was not too shabby, furnished, and Genesis tried his best to make it feel like home. Suprisingly, he had no crosses hung up, no bibles, he didn't want to be reminded of the paradise he lost.
His mind drifted back to what he was aiming to do, and took off the plastic cover for the cake. He cut a small slice with a bread knife, and ate it. He was delighted by the taste, though it didn't remind him of his brethren in which it was named after. It looked plain, but had a very sweet taste, and Genesis decided this was his favorite human food he had eaten so far. There was nothing for him to do at the moment, except for stare out his window. He decided to listen to the girl under him. He sighed, she was not home yet. He sat back in the bed, one of the sleep number beds, which changed softness or firmnes, and set it to zero, and sunk into the cushiny bed, closing his eyes.

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