Slowly walking down the dark corridor. The sound of her heel's is very clear in the middle of all that quietness. She reached to her room, at the end of the corridor. She slowly opened the door to not make a sound. Her room's old dusty door made a long squeal sound. She felt like, all the neighbors heard it, despite her attempts to make it down.

The lights were on in that room. The whole room looked like her day to day life. A portrait on the wall, as a resemblance of a beautiful past. An old wooden table with a flower vase on top. A lot of rose petals on the floor, making the place look messy. Just a shattered image of her struggles. Her suffer to manage time between life and work.

She kneeled to the ground and started picking them up. In attempt to make that old place look pleasant, if that was even possible. The girl had a lot of dreams. An imagined life, that does not look like anything in the room. She finished making the room clean again. Then, she went to bed and before she goes to sleep. She prayed for a better tomorrow, and a chance to turn things around.