Fumes of mild misty dust filled the enclosed air of an old attic of a suburban home located within the central part of the city, and gently obscured old boxes that lay exposed and scattered beneath the feet of a young lady clad in a blue gown having a white top mixed with fashionable blue stripes, from her eyes as she kept rummaging through the croaked wooden walls with dirty broom. She wore a black face mask on her face to prevent the thick foggy dust from getting into her lungs in large quantity and bent her waist near the open window beside two old wooden closets which rested upon the coarse blue paint of the old wall. Her red hair remained neatly tied with a blue ribbon without being swayed her rapid movements of sweeping off sand and old junk towards the exit. Realizing that she was getting exhausted by the constant sweeping, she paused to relapse her rapid breath and took two steps away from the trash towards the tall closets where she quietly rested her back against the smooth but worn-out fires of wood preventing her from falling to the open wall.
She noticed a tiny ringlet of her hair fondling her eyebrows and brushed it aside away from her left eye with her fingers partly covered with dry dust particles since the small room was still filled with stagnant dust swaying gently in the air and partially glittered in the early morning sunlight which penetrated into the dusty room through an exposed area of the open window.