On that day, the house seemed to be shackled by silence, only in one of the upper rooms was the peace disturbed by lazy, waltzing dust. Maid Jeanette was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She sighed with melancholy, start cleaning, but she had no choice. Sighing, she stood up and took the dusting wand, beginning to slowly and lazily shake the dust off the furniture.

As she moved around the room, Jeanette bumped into a flowerpot. It wobbled and, as if in slow motion, rolled down, crashing onto the carpet with a soft thud and scattering soil everywhere. Jeanette flinched, and...

On that day, the house seemed to be shackled by silence, only in one of the upper rooms was the peace disturbed by lazy, waltzing dust. Maid Jeanette was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She sighed with melancholy, start cleaning, but she had no choice. Sighing, she stood up and took the dusting wand, beginning to slowly and lazily shake the dust off the furniture.

As she moved around the room, Jeanette bumped into a flowerpot. It wobbled and, as if in slow motion, rolled down, crashing onto the carpet with a soft thud and scattering soil everywhere. Jeanette flinched, and sudden despair was reflected in her eyes. Trying to stay calm, she pulled out her "beloved strong friend" from the closet — the vacuum cleaner, which always came to her aid in such situations.

She carefully began vacuuming the carpet, listening to the small pieces of soil clink against the plastic walls of the vacuum. The vacuum tried to slip away, but Jeanette held it firmly in her hands. Having finished with the carpet, she suddenly stopped and looked at herself. The soil, like treacherous dust, had settled on her as well, and a playful thought suddenly came to her mind.

"Why not?" she thought and pressed the vacuum hose against her body, trying to clean it from the dust. The first moments of the game seemed funny. But, getting carried away, she didn't notice how the vacuum, sucking more strongly, began to pull her by the body.

A sudden doorbell made Jeanette flinch and realize that she had gotten too carried away. Quickly turning off the vacuum, she shook herself off. Laughing at her childish mischief, Jeanette reflected on how important it is to sometimes allow oneself a bit of madness, even when surrounded by all-consuming routine.