I want to thank the sweet guest in the reviews, for getting me up off my lazy butt and writing this. Sorry for it being so short, I haven't been inspired for this story much and my semester at school just started, swamping me with work.
I woke up and yawned. I had never slept in a real bed and it was like sleeping on a cloud. I struggled to sit up amidst the cushiony mattress and then reached my arms up through the air in a stretch. My eyes took a quick glance around the room and noticed a piece of paper on the bedside table along with a glass of clear liquid.
The note simply told me my chores. Scrubbing the floors and dusting once a week, doing laundry when the wicker basket was full of clothing items, feeding the dogs, and a couple other things. All in all, it wasn't that bad. I walked over to a door that I hadn't noticed last night and opened it up. It was a closet, stocked with a couple outfits appropriate for a maid. They all seemed a bit large for me, but I looked through it anyway in search for something to wear. I picked out a short-sleeve, green cotton blouse and a white skirt that went to about mid-calf after putting on some undergarments. Once done with that, I tied an apron around my waist and headed down the stairs with my glass of water. Quickly gulping it down as I descended the stairs, I put the glass in the kitchen sink.
"Good morning." a warm, sweet voice greets me.
I turn around to see a woman dressed in similar fashion to my own and assume it must be the other slave. "Good morning to you, too." I respond sweetly, wanting to leave a good first impression.
"I'm Emily, the woman of this household. So good to meet you Hazel." She speaks and smiles kindly. I can feel my jaw drop. She's not a slave? But she's dressed the same way… "Oh, don't look so surprised. You are just as much a human being as me, you know. Speaking of, we'll have to go get you some clothes. My old ones seem a bit large on you, dear."
"New… clothes?" I asked quietly, confused.
"Yes, we will treat you as you deserve to be treated, sweetheart. We can go today, if you like. The boys will be out in the field till a bit before sundown for supper so that gives us a nice hour or so." Emily spoke kindly to me. "We have a really nice town, they don't treat slaves like dirt in Olympus, no sirree."
I blinked a couple times to make sure I wasn't dreaming, then my mouth split into a gigantic grin. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."