Mischievous Eyes

An overly hurried Thursday shows how dawn announces the arrival of the morning with dazzling sun through the glass walls. I forgot to close the curtains, now the clarity shakes my delicate vision, until I manage to get used to the torture, after a while it is far from being so.

I get ready, without wasting time, I must be punctual at the mansion. From there, I will leave with my tyrant boss to the "attic." I must admit that I am nervous about the idea, the change has manifested itself by his decision, I don't know if there are intentions behind it, okay? No I dont think so. At least there were more workers in the mansion. I don't know anything about that famous place where I will be stuck for the next few days. A fibrous layer of nerves settles in my chest, preventing me from breathing, I don't want to leave the room and follow the usual route.

With no options, I leave the apartment. I usually go with Mila, when her schedule is flexible, but if she arrives before eigh