You mean I have to crawl into my closet. On my hands and knees.
(That is the start of a scene in The Grudge.)
I’m in a 250 square-foot loft. A staircase with no rail leads from the kitchen/living area to a platform where you can roll out a cushioned mat to sleep. Actually, the first stair is your seating area/couch if you lay pillows down. You shower over the toilet. And your closet is a crawl space.
Ugh. I hate looking for apartments.