The Hotel Maid

I straighten the apron wrapped around my waist and swipe the key card in the guest room door. As I place the cleaning bucket by my feet, I see the woman lying unmoving on the plush carpet, her eyes frozen.

Each morning, I arrive at the luxury Cedarwood Manor hotel, put on my crisp maid's uniform and clean the rooms. I take great care in my work as I slip from one floor to the other.

Most guests barely know my name. I'm invisible to them. That's ok. I prefer people didn't know my secrets.

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