Cara’s POV
The loud hum of the vacuum cleaner echoed through the living room, filling the space with a droning sound that grated on my nerves. I pushed the heavy machine back and forth across the carpet, my arms aching from the effort. “Hmm, damn.” I groaned at the small pain in my arm.
I couldn’t wait to be done with this, actually, because it was now starting to get tiring. I was almost done anyway, so I couldn’t quit now.
Sweat trickled down the side of my face, and I used the back of my hand to wipe it away, sighing as I glanced around the room. There wasn’t much left to do, but the sound of the vacuum was starting to give me a headache.
“Just a little more,” I muttered to myself, pushing it one last time across the far corner before switching it off.
“Oh, thank God!” I muttere
