Spring Cleaning
Sylvie was in a frenzy. She was running around her room, dusting her many books, as well as the shelves of which they sat upon.
Her light brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she was wearing an oversized sweater that was so big, it was hanging off one of her shoulders, revealing the strap of her bralette. She was, of course, wearing sweatpants, not wanting to spend her cleaning day wearing anything else.
Sylvie ran her tongue across her lips, wetting them. She opened a window, airing out the room, and, suddenly feeling a stronger need for fresh air, decided to step outside. She locked her room, before practically jogging toward the exit. As soon as she opened the door, however, she bumped into someone.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going!”
