Shaking her head, she went up the stairs with a ladder in hand.
Why can't they help me out, not even one bit? Her complaint echoed, bounced from the empty ceilings to the dining hall where a young person sat. A piece of cake in one hand, a cup of tea in another.
She's finally upstairs.
Tired, she put her ladder down. She isn't very young anymore.
Step by step, she climbed the ladder. Afraid of falling, feeling nauseated because of how high it seemed, though she was only on the third step. Her target still appears to be so far away, beyond her limit-- she isn't very tall either.
Her hands finally touched the air conditioner. Just a little bit more, and she could reach the cover, pop it open and take the filters out. It has been a while since she cleaned them. Even the air conditioner has started to water.
Downstairs, the young person continues to nibble on the piece of pastry, sipping a cup of tea from time to time.
It happened so suddenly. The woman that was reaching for the plastic cover is now lying on the floor, paralyzed.
In the dining hall, the young person takes another bite of the dessert, sipping the tea ever so calmly.
Unable to move, the woman gathers whatever energy she has left in that broken body of hers and let out a cry of pain and agony, pleading for someone to come to her aid.
At the dining table, the young person swallows, washing away the sugar with the tea, oblivious about what's happening right above.
The young person stands up.
The woman is out of breath.
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