She looked at herself sitting on the bed, all so messed up with the sheets rolled up, blankets and quilt covers spread out all over the place. The pillow next to hers has an indent, the kind of indent with a few loose hair on and around the pillow. She could not remember a thing about last night aside from the blurred imagery of booze, swinging bodies and noises. All seemed too much to handle in one night. She felt as if she has entered a state of post-traumatic coma, when everything is so blurred and unclear. She hated that feeling herself.

Her curiosity diminished into thin air, while she tidied herself in front of the mirror. She checked again, the other toothbrush was wet too, with a faint smell of mint and mouthwash. Next to the bathtub was half a bottle of vodka and burnt-out tea candles the color of pale grey. She picked up the tea-lights and discarded them. She placed her nose close to the bottle. The sharp smell of liquor stings her like a bee. She picked herself up, and sat by the bed.

She examined the room and tried to picture what went on last night. She found herself trapped in the midst of organized chaos, a room so disorganized that you might think someone intended to make it seem so. A stain on the carpet, she observed, was drying up as well.

'Is it blood?' she thought as she dismissed the crazy thought from her excessive consumption of contemporary crime dramas in popular cultures. At this very instant she felt a burgeoning urge and sense of guilt, like a murderer perhaps. She couldn't locate the source of her sudden found guilt, but her muscles were already in the midst of vigorous motions to clean up the scene. She began to worry as she wiped the stain off the carpet. It gave in at last and she felt relieved.

The sheets were easy. She took them out and arranged them back to what it looked like before. She took out a small bag and put the toothbrush, vodka and leftover soap into the bag, sealed shut. She backed away from the red stain, it was no longer crimson but clearly shown a sign of a spill of redness. Her worrisome guilt deterred into a minimal droplet of fear that someone may have found out of the mess. As she left the scene of her crime, the carpet stain lightened up and blended into the organized tidiness of the interior décor of it all. Her weight is lifted, and no longer felt that fear in her mind.

'Hey, you'� A voice from behind her said

Her whole body shook as she abruptly turned around and shut the door behind her, still feeling a sharp chill in her body. A man in a well tailored suit waved at her. She nodded briefly.

'Did you take care of it?'� The man inquired.

'Yes, sir, I did'�. She wiped her hand nervously behind her, reached up to brush off her nervous sweat.

'Don't worry, you're doing great as a newbie.'� The man continued

'Oh thank you sir.'� She tried not to mention the red stain.
The man disappeared into the hallway as she entered the room one last time, checking the disappearing red stain and to pick up the bag. She reached into her pocket and placed two dark squares on pillows neatly. Wipe the bed clean and clear of dirt. She looked at the stain again; it seemed to have dried up.

Good.

She shut the door behind her and disposed the bag into a bin. She put the bin onto her cart the size of a super-sized supermarket trolley. She reached into her pocket for the same dark square she put on the pillows. She unwrapped one that says 'Good night'� and placed the content inside her mouth. She felt satisfied as a concoction of cocoa and mint turned molten and flowed inside her mouth. She moved on and arrived to her next destination.

She knocked as she spoke in her kind voice, 'Housekeeping'�.

She turned the knob and entered another worrisome scene of another kind.

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