Talking to myself

The sky was still dark though it was around afternoon. Cold winds blew through the mansion's grounds now and again, making the temperature drop. Beth had nothing other than her tunic and pants covering her even in the chilly weather, but she continued working, relying on the heat of her movements to keep her warm. 

The earth was still wet from yesterday's rain, and hence, it was easier to bore small holes into it to plant the stems that she had acquired from the matron. She had neatly sectioned off each side of the ground, working from one end to the other. By the time that she was halfway through the garden, she was exhausted. 

Her hands started shivering once again. With a sigh, she dropped the trowel in her hand, unable to hold on to it anymore. With a tired groan, she sat down on the wet ground. Her breath was coming out short, and there was a booming pain in her head. 

"Not now. Please." She whispered, almost to herself.