"Sparkling," Fil whispered, barely catching her breath as her voice left her throat before she knew it. "It's sparkling."
Was she still dreaming?
Fil rubbed her eyes, assuming it would fix the problem. When she looked around her apartment, her jaw nearly hit the floor. Her place was sparkling clean. The walls were lighter as if it was newly painted. There was not a single dust or fingerprint on the windows, and the floor was shining — she could even see her reflection!
Fil was organized at home; she liked it when everything was in place. It was the main reason she had to stay up longer the other night after work just to clean and find a place for the rack of clothes Dustin sent to her place. However, she was not a clean freak, nor did she have the energy to keep her place spotless.
"What… happened here?" she wondered with a gaping mouth. "It's impossible that he did it, right?"
