This was a bit like being inside of someone's dream, Noah thought. A little weird, like something was off, but he didn't know what because it wasn't his mind at all. He watched, as the door opened to the apartment, Macy's cat slip off the couch, then - spotted all of the glinting gold that laid about the living room. It was like being in a demented jewelry shop. Noah stopped for a moment. He was trying to focus, trying to figure out if, perhaps, he was in a dream.
But he wasn't. He looked down at his coat when Macy so slyly mentioned the coat rack. He kicked at it distractedly, then looked back to his nutso girlfriend, then back to the gold everywhere. "What have you been doing in here? Is that..." Noah walked closer to the coffee table, bending down to inspect the contents strewn about. "A golden ham sandwich?" He picked the thing up, looking curiously at Macy.