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Restless
The wind feels itchy and uncomfortable. Soon it will change and then it will be time to move on. She paces back and forth in her room, waiting for the shift in the wind that will signal her departure. Crossing to the window, she pulls the curtain back and studies the air critically.
A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth, just barely noticeable.
Quickly, she begins packing, carefully placing her mirror and hat stand back into her carpetbag. She finishes within ten minutes, but still the wind doesn't change.
That's annoying; she's ready to go. The family needs no more work and she is ready to go home. Well, ready to go back to London.
Her skin is covered in goose bumps and it feels as if she just might burst open. The wind can't change fast enough.
She certainly isn't one for goodbyes. They are so final and terribly taxing. She leaves so often that it would be simply irresponsible of her to constantly be saying them.
Impatiently, she taps her foot.
This is her least favorite part of her work. The sadness from leaving, the anticipation of what's to come. It's an uncomfortable position, one foot on either side of the threshold. There is only one place she never is excited to leave.
The wind changes and she smiles as she opens her umbrella.
One breeze closer to London. One breeze closer to home.