It's Sunday.You wake up slow, blinds open, sun hitting your face like it's been waiting all week for this.Balcony door cracked, cool air sneaks in, coffee's already calling your name.
You wander to the kitchen.Bosch appliances. Wine fridge. Stone benches.Looks like you meal prep for Instagram, but right now it's just you, a mug, and the quiet hum of a building with only 28 other neighbours.
