The Life Changing Magic Of Tidying Up Novels & Stories

No one could enter now unless I allowed it. A slow breath left my lungs. Good. Next came the smaller charms. I hung the cleaning charm near the wardrobe first. A tiny silver disk etched with simple runes. It shimmered faintly once before settling into place. That one would keep dust and dirt from building up over time. The next charm went near the dresser. Another small disk. Another quiet shimmer of magic. This one would help keep my clothing and belongings from wearing out too quickly. Not powerful magic. But practical. Very practical.

Everything had changed. And the particular miracle of it was how quietly it had happened, no single dramatic moment or there were dramatic moments, there had been, the but they had not been the change. The change had been the ordinary accumulation, the second mug. The rinsed bowl, the candles lit without being asked. The eggs on Tuesday. Small things, repeated. Until they were the shape of a life.

Harriet bounded up the stairs; her curls bounced with every step. I spent the rest of my morning and early afternoon in Orion's office. I knew that we had a few pack members that were paid to come to a couple of times a week to clean, but my nervous energy was threatening to cause me to erupt. I pulled books and books off of the shelves. I carefully dusted and decided to reorganize them.

Looking up, I scanned the big room before me. To say that the room is tidy is an understatement. The room is too clean and too organized I would want to think that Sandy has an obsessive compulsive disorder just like my cousin in my father’s side. Xander’s ways of things in his room is very similar in the way Sandy arranged her room it felt like stepping inside the room of my cousin.

Although I've been to her apartment more times than I can count, it's as if I'm stepping into another world. Of course there's the addition of a cat climbing tree and a few pillows for the furry critter to sleep on, but that's not the most obvious change. Gone is all the clutter, the tons of useless yet decorative items, leaving the old furniture looking completely different. Everything is clean and simple, making our condo look like Ikea exploded in it by comparison. "Alice, what's going on?" I'm still standing near the closed door, and haven't even taken off my shoes and coat, but I can't ignore

She eats some breakfast and then comes back up to her room to get to the cleaning. She dusts off the windows, vacuums the floor, and rearranges her books on the table. Then, she gets to the big Almirah, rearranging her clothes, keeping them in neater piles, and putting them on hangers. She empties the drawers and arranges her jewelry, pens, papers, diaries, photos, and documents properly.

To be home during the week is good, I never have time to tidy up my things, today I decided to tidy up my house. I clean the living and the refrigerator, why did I saved two slices of pizza two weeks ago? I unpacked some of things I’ve been saving for months and after throwing away some useless papers, I found the documents of the land I inherit from my mother. It was a big piece of land and was worth a lot, I intend to build a shelter for animals in part of it and the rest of the space I’ll think of what to do later. “What’s up, Maggie, tell me how it ended that sensual dance with Hunter?”

I say, without mentioning how this all relates to her being my mate. Harper just shrugs, still confused. “I don’t understand… but that's okay! I’m still so happy to have this magic book! I can’t wait to try all these spells! Oh! Which spell should I learn first?” My back straightens like a well-educated coach, ready to teach a very important class. “The cleaning spell would be a good place to start! And then the room expansion spell.” “Hmm... Why?” “Because I can’t stand this terrible living environment anymore!”

She exclaimed, taking in the chaos around. She set down the files she had helped me carry and began sorting the papers into neat folds. Her hands moved swiftly and efficiently. I watched in amazement at how she was able to turn my disarrayed office gradually into a haven of organization. "How do you do it? This is one of the reasons I can't do without you You never cease to amaze me with new things every time." She smiled and replied, "It is just a bit of tidying up that a maid is used to. Besides, I like things in order."

“Simpler, maybe.” There was a softness in his tone I hadn’t heard before, something that carried a weight of nostalgia. “You’ve kept a lot,” I said, noticing the neat bundles of photos still in the box. “I don’t know why,” he admitted. “Maybe it’s easier than letting things fade.” “Or maybe it’s proof you were there,” I said without thinking. “Proof you lived, felt, loved.” He smiled faintly. “You really are good at sorting chaos.” We kept working until the room started to take shape. The clutter turned into small, intentional arrangements of books neatly lined up, framed photos placed where the light could touch them. At some point, we ended up on the floor, side by side, sorting through ol