She didn't seem to have many thoughts today. She felt as if her thousands of problems had suddenly just become irrelevant. Her measly meals showed her no trouble, her smelling clothes were thrown to wash and a fresh pair, though torn at the edges, was donned. Clarissa seemed to enjoy this carefree feeling, as if it was pause to her long suffering. She made her way out of the living room, wearing a smile, even if it had been years since that occurrence. Out of nowhere, she felt an urgent rush to look around, as if something was amiss. Her eyes landed on her kitchen sink, a stack of plates piled by the edge of the counter seemed to be what her mind was on about.
