Two nights after I got to the hostel I found a sublet for one week near sixth and market. Not the best area, but it was a studio apartment that I would have to myself while the guy who lived there was going away for a week. He was an art writer and was headed off to Art Basel in Miami.The building smelled like some very strong cleaning product and there were shared bathrooms and showers. I kept wondering who lived on the other floors and what exactly they were disinfecting here . The window in the hallway that led to the fire escape was constantly open and a cold breeze blew the odors of the cleaning products all around. It was a loft bed and I realized I got bug bites the first two nights I was there so I decided to sleep on the futon for the rest of the week. I was safe after that. However, before I left I thoroughly sanitized all my things. Since there were no heavy curtains, I would wake up from the sun coming through every morning. One morning I woke up around 6:30 and I couldn't remember the last time I was up that early. I have to admit that there was something pleasant and serene about it. It made me wish I was more of a morning person. Everything outside was quiet and all of the people that occupied the back alleys of 6th street were asleep. The sun was just peeking up and tinting everything orange.