"Try to breathe."

Not having anything to do at that moment, Paulina snuck over to the painting room she had been assigned to clean every evening. Seeing as there was no one there, she walked over to the end of the room where she could easily hide if someone was to come in, and she brought out the folded drawing paper of her incomplete drawing and spread it over the flat surface of a board as she sat down on the floor. 

She ran her hands over the paper to smoothen the creases on it while she looked at the spot where she had arranged the paints and brushes, trying to figure out which she could use without being discovered since she didn't know who really owned the items in the room. 

After a moment, she stood up and walked over to the place. She picked the items that looked worn and likely to be thrown out, and then returned them to the spot where she had chosen to do her drawing. She sat down, and soon she began to paint.