She wiped the counter slowly, watching the surface shine back at her. Each movement felt intentional, like she was clearing more than dust. The room grew lighter as the clutter disappeared, and so did the heaviness in her chest. Cleaning was never just about the space. It was about accepting where she was and deciding to move forward anyway. When she finally sat down, the quiet felt earned, and her mind felt just as clean as the room around her.
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