Clean the Kitchen

The setting sun casts a dim light through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counters and floors. The air is filled with the lingering aromas of the delicious meal, the first of many for the family. The room is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the house settling into the evening. The few remaining leftovers have been wrapped and put in the 'fridge, and the dishes have been rinsed and stacked in the sink.

It's your thought that by helping out Cherie and the others, they will become more accustomed to your presence and not lose their shit every time you make an appearance, figuratively speaking. So you marshall your poltergeist ability and load the dishwasher. That done, you spend the last of your energy cleaning off the table and straightening up. Hopefully, by continuing to use these abilities, you'll get stronger as time goes by.

Just as you finish, you sense Cherie approaching from the living room. She pads softly into the kitchen, her slippers making almost no sound on the tile floor. She hums to herself, happy with their first day, first meal, and getting to relax a little with her husband as she sets about making her nightly cup of tea. The water is heating up in the microwave before she realizes that the kitchen is spotless. The table is clean, the counters are organized and, after checking to be sure, the dishes are in the washer.

You can hear her thoughts as she tries to work out who cleaned everything up. Chad's been with her and hell would freeze over before one of the kids cleaned anything without being made to. After a moment, she smiles, whispers, "Thank you," and finishes making her tea.