Rose opened her eyes to her lightly lit bedroom. The sun shone through her glass window, which was what woke her up. The wa sun beam urging her out of bed. Slowly, she crawled out of bed, and made her way to her clothing chest. Inside was her Sunday dress, which was light yellow, and her daily routine dress. She took off her soft brown nightgown and put on her day work dress, a simple white dress a black lacing outside as a sort of bra. She then took out a cloth and wrapped it around her head, tying it underneath her hair, making some sort of headband. She put on her simple black slip on shoes, and walked out of her room and prepared for another day.

She walked down the hall, passing her parents room, and her brothers rooms. Until she found herself in the kitchen, and found her mother cooking breakfast.

"Morning mom, sleep well?"

Her mother, who was making breakfast, looked up tiredly from the stove, and said.

"Good morning, and yes I did."

Her mother, named Lisa, turned and handed Rose a plate with french toast.

"Mm, thanks mom. They look real good."

Rose sat at the dinner table and ate the two large pieces. Mom had accidentally put too much syrup and so the french toastc was slightly soaked. But it was still delicious, with the addition of powdered sugar on top.

Once she finished breakfast, she cleaned her plate in the kitchen tub, and went to her bedroom to retrieve her clothes. It was a Thursday, and on Thursdays it was Roses laundry day. She grabbed the light box and went to the front door. But before she left, she put the box down and turned to her mother.

"Alright, well, I'm out to do my laundry. Do you need anything?"

Her mother, who was making more breakfast froze in thought.

"Hmm... No, not that I can think of."

Rose nodded, "Alright, well, I'll be back to milk Jess."

"Okay, be careful."

Rose walked out the door and into the hot summer day. As she walked down the cobblestone road to the river, she looked around the neighboring houses. All in different shapes and colors, and big enough to hold four or more people. Children were playing in the streets, laughing and frolicking. Neighbors tending to their own animals, chickens, cows, sheep, and pigs. It was a safe, friendly neighborhood, most of the inhanitants were guards and soldiers. So if there was ever a problem, it was quickly ended.

Rose walked down a small block hill where the river was. There, she sat down near the bank and took her two clothes out, along with a glass of liquid soap givenino her by a church member. She dipped her clothes in the river, watching some of the dirt already coming off by the light current. Rose pulled the now soaked clothes out and layed thrm flat on the laundry box. She then opened the bottle of soap and dipped a small amount on her hand. About the size of a gold coin, and smeared it on the clothes, a strange way to wash, but one that will have the clothes smelling like heaven. Once the two dresses were covered in suds, she took them back into the river, waahing as the current washed away the smell and suds. Now Rose had to wait a few minutes, as she did, she took in her surroundings. On the other side of the river, the land was another hill made of block, along with large trees. There, Rose spotted a few grey rabbits, moving swiftly, chasing one another and hiding in thrir burrows.

The sun glinting off the water, like precious diamonds seeing the sun for the dirst time. Rose saw some fish swimming up the river, fighting against the current.

Rose pulled the wet clothes out of the water. She placed them in the box, then, shepicked it up, and began making her way up the stair-like hill. As she was walking back home, she spotted her friend T, who was outside planting more wheat in her front yard. T was a dark skinned girl with a kind smile and a purple bracelet. T waved her over, Rose went and joined her friend.

"Hey T, whats going on?"

Rose asked giving a smile.

"Hey Rose, how's it been?"

"Things been a little boring, but otherwise fine."

T nodded, finishing planting the wheat, and then she stood and said.

"We really need to hang out sometime. I miss everyone."

Rose nodded, back in school, they were im a friend group. There was Rose, T, Ryone, Bickford, Jasmine, and Ryle. But after they all graduated, everyone seemed to split up and went their separate ways.

"I miss everyine, too."

Rose said, she continued. "Hey, I'll talk to my parents and see if we find some time to hang out. Mabey we can get Ryle to join us."

T smiled and replied, "Sounds cool, I'll talk to my parents, too."

The friends waved each other goodbye, and Rose continued her way home.

Once she gotten home, she went to the backyard, going through a fence gate on the side of the house. There was a long rope attached to twotwo poles, on the rope were clothepins. Rose took her nightgown and Sunday dress, then, hung each of them up to dry. One clothepin holding the dresses ip by the shoulder.

After that, Rose then went to tend to Jess. Jess was their old brown and white cow. The poor old dear had a calf who unfortunately didn't make it through birth. Dad, and her brothers, Harrie and Tarrie, buried the calf and named him Saff.

Rose took out a bucket, and placed it underneath the well-behaved cow. Then, she began milking. As she did, Jess gave a relieved, "Moooooooo."

A good sign indicating that Jess had beem holding the milk, and been needing to be milked. About five minutes later, Rose was done, she fed Jess a carrot, and went off with the milk.

Rose was happy eith her life. Even tjough a part of her wanted change.