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The kitchen was dimly lit but it didn't matter to me because I'd been in darker places before. Or at least that's what I liked to tell myself when my anxiety started creeping up on me like a thief in the night. I stood tall with my back against the counter, resting my weight on one leg and keeping the other bent at the knee as I leaned forward to gaze out the window at the world outside, watching for any sign of life that would bring some excitement into this otherwise mundane day.
I had just turned 25 but it felt like an eternity since I last felt truly alive. It wasn't something you could put your finger on; more of a feeling of being trapped in a never-ending cycle of routine and monotony. But still, I persisted because that's what we did, right? We trudged along no matter how much our hearts yearned for something more.
I glanced down at myself and couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness. The maid's uniform wasn't exactly the most flattering attire but it was required by my job as a housekeeper at this lavish mansion where I spent 10 hours a day dusting, vacuuming, and scrubbing away at floors that looked like they'd never been touched before. It was hard work but someone had to do it and besides, it beat being stuck in an office cubicle staring at a computer screen all day. At least here, I could move around some.
I leaned back against
