Inner Realization

Elena rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

She scrubbed the wooden floor with a rag, trying to ignore the way the dirt clung stubbornly to the boards. Sienna sat on the bed, making half-hearted swipes at the dust with an old pillowcase.

“This is disgusting,” Sienna muttered, wrinkling her nose. “I feel like I’m inhaling dead people.”

“Then maybe clean faster so we can get it over with,” Elena sa