Cleaning Time

We sat there for hours not saying a word. We tried to see past the dust and dirt, the shattered glass, and the cobwebs. We tried to imagine the store's potential. Eventually I pushed myself out of the booth. I then walked over to the broom that I carefully placed against the wall. "Could you see it?" Olivia asks. "At times. It's kinda hard to right now with the mess." "But you could see it?" "I think so." I reply. I start to sweep the glass. Olivia walks over to me. " I know you won't see it till it's here." She says. "I can imagine it, but it will never come to be if we're just daydreaming all day." Olivia sighs. "I suppose you're right. " Olivia finds a dust pan and we begin the arduous task of cleaning.