She was held captivated by the sight before her eyes. The numerous bottles opened up and stranded over the kitchen counter once more. The rags filthy and everything out of place.
Slowly and steadily she stepped towards the counter as if it were the biggest decision of her entire life. She takes out her AirPods and pops on the tunes. Each carton is put in its place like the pieces of a puzzle falling together or a plot at the end of a murder mystery being linked and discovered. The dirty kitchen counter was her haven from her messed-up life.
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