Gwen woke in her room, a small but well kept room. She dressed into another one of her three dresses, a black one that she loved. It was simple, and she liked that about it. She slipped her apron over it and then she pulled in her black socks, and then her black leather shoes. Her mother sent her care packages with cloths, books, and letters. The letters told her that if she just pretended to act normal life would be much better for her. Gwen wondered what normal was.
She slipped out of her room, through the hidden door, and down to the kitchen where the other maids were eating breakfast. She was standing in the middle of the cavernous pantry, when she thought of what she did miss. But this thought was only fleeting and she came into the kitchen proper and ate herself a hurried breakfast. After which she busied herself about making breakfast for the mistresses of the house.
[ July 13, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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