Florence.
Beads of sweat lined my forehead as I clutched onto the broom, like my whole life depended on it. In a way, I could say it actually did. Intense jolts of pain spread through my hands and legs and with each sweep of the broom against the floor, I felt like I was this close to passing out.
I pressed my eyes closed against each other as I bent down, struggling to catch my breath. Hot air raced in my lungs and if I didn't catch my breath anytime soon, I would definitely take a quick trip to unconscious land.
"Calm down, Florence." I inhaled and exhaled, willing myself to stay on my feet. You couldn't blame me if you looked at it carefully, I'd been on my two feet all morning handling one chore or the other. "You can do this. You just need rest."
But would I get it? Hell
