Cleaning Off the Dust

As Elara stepped through the door of her cottage. The sound of the floorboards creaking under her return was like the sound of a warm welcome coming from her home. It's funny, though she was gone for a week, it didn't feel like it if one was to look at her cottage.

The dust had settled on the cabinets and shelves, and some of Elara and Grandma's items were starting to collect dust themselves. She wandered through the house, putting away the things she had taken. Her Satchel returned to the storeroom, and the remaining supplies from the forest were stacked neatly on shelves for the next time they were needed.

The only thing left with Elara was Aiden's canvas. In her hands, it felt so light. Her cheeks blushed at the idea of what would happen when he came home tomorrow.

Her walk turned into a waltz as she hummed the tune Aiden hummed. Her steps turned into a glide, like she was lighter than air.