Cleaning the house is one of the things I find solace in. I have added it to my weekly schedule ever since I moved in here. Sometimes I find it hard to keep up due to my busy life, but today happens to be one of those days when I have nothing to do, hence… It's clean o'clock.
I have just finished plugging in the vacuum cleaner and am about to commence the clean up when I notice a strange black bag at the back of the couch. I didn't place much importance on it at first since I know my husband and his reckless attitude towards cleanliness.
Continuing with the space around the center table, and the front side of the couches, I vacuum the whole living room and head to the kitchen area when I notice another black bag, very similar to the one I saw earlier.
My brows furrow in confusion as I move to pick it up.
"What's in this?" I mutter, carelessly unzipping the bag.
