Hours passed and our bodies were now covered in dirt, the skin of our faces and arms becoming darker like we were under the sun for too long.
"Finally, we're done with the living room," Rhys said, letting out a sigh of satisfaction, smiling proudly as she beheld our beautiful work.
"Wait, we've only cleaned the living room?" I asked, baffled.
"But it's been hours," Moriah let out, her eyes betrayed a tinge of frustration, but her determination to finish the work shined even brighter.
"Actually, it's only been half an hour according to that pendulum." Mabel pointed to the clock that clung to a wall at a corner in the living room.
Moriah turned to the clock. After staring at it for a second, all the determination in her eyes crumbled and the frustration took over. "Wow," she
