“She'd agreed to house-sit for a neighbor she'd never met. The instructions were…”

The rooms inside were just as many. She wondered if one page of instructions equaled to one room, but how could they. From the outside the house was massive, a sprawling mansion of a building. Yet, from the inside the rooms were cozy - a way too kindly description for the small spaces. Each one was connected by a long, compact corridor, and each one had it's own unique charm. She couldn't help but think that this house sitting gig would be a pain.

Affording herself a semblance of attitude, she decided this didn't need to be work. Her choice of perception in this matter was key. A game she could accomplish. But chores? Maybe not chores.

Sometimes a chain wraps up before a closer arrives, and that’s okay. The ending is yours to imagine.