There was a slight breeze that riled blue, translucent curtains into a dance, then carried on to brush gently against Marie's forehead. She welcomed it. The air smelled lightly of lavender, a synthetic scent from the detergent of the completed laundry she now folded upon her perfectly done up full-size bed. She picked up an azure colored sundress, covered in a small, white floral pattern, and began to fold one side over the other in meticulous fashion, just before placing it on top of the pile of other similar attire that sat on top of her flawless white quilt. She had saved the socks for last, and these she now paired off and tucked into each other to make little balls of cotton cloth. She would soon finish her chores and use the rest of the daylight to enjoy a book in the cozy reading nook of her office which was vibrant with well-maintained flora. For Marie, organization was the crux of cleanliness, and cleanliness, which was, of course, next to godliness, was the key to a happy heart.

Tomorrow, Marie would have guests. They would witness her home in its pristine condition - not one blanket untucked, not one plant withered, nor one picture on the wall askew. They would eat, drink, play games and dance. It would be a good time, and Marie was happy to play host. But then, the guests would leave. There would be dishes in the sink and dust on the cabinets. She would need to clean the common areas and sanitize the bathroom. And so the following morning she would begin her ritual again. As Marie sat in the loveseat in her office, the sun alighting the book in her hands, the thought brought a smile to her face.