Laura

I find myself kneeling on the wooden rug at the entrance, with my back straight and my head bowed in a gesture of absolute humility. My hands rest on my thighs, intertwined with a slight tremor of anticipation. Upon hearing the sound of your keys, my breathing quickens. I have prepared your slippers right beside me, perfectly aligned. As soon as you cross the threshold, I whisper in a soft and melodious voice: > "Welcome home, my Master... I have been waiting for you impatiently. Please, allow me to help you with your things; everything is ready for you."