On a windy day, she wears a chartreuse-colored jacket as she walks along a path. She hums to herself, glancing overhead at the clouds above. Soon the forest trees ahead will block her view. Straightening her sight, she thinks about her destination. A small cabin hidden in the woods. She was to stay there for a couple of months for a mental retreat. Her traitorous friends had told her that the solitude would do her some good. And her best friend, however, had practically forced her into it.

“You need to be indulgent every once in a while,” her friend had said to her while aimlessly scrolling on their phone.

“I am, just yesterday I splurged.” She said while wearing her cleaning gloves.

She was in the middle of cleaning her living area.

“Yes, on a vacuum.”

“A premium vacuum.” She replied back emphasizing the word premium. “And it’s pink!”

“I’m not sure why I hang out with you,” her friend said with judgmental eyes. “Look at you, you think cleaning your house on a Friday night is fun.”

She looked down at her cleaning clothes which consisted of pants covered in dust and a long-sleeved shirt with a kitten on it. She didn’t understand what the problem was because lots of people found cleaning fun. A statement she said to her friend.

“They find it cathartic not fun, hon.” Her friend said with pitying eyes. “I have a solution for you. You’ll stay in my cabin and learn the word relax.”

She protested and protested but somehow still ended up here. But it was okay. She could do this and show her friend just how relaxed she could be. After all, an unintended cabin in the woods must have some mess for her to clean.