The red room felt different in the late morning light, its crimson walls softened by the golden glow streaming through the open window. The air was fresh with the scent of soap and perfumes and the black leather bed sat alone in the corner, its black sheet tangled.
I stood under the shower in the bathroom of the red room where Elizabeth just washed herself few minutes ago, the warm water cascading from the nozzle with a steady *shwaaa*, pushing my long hair back as I ran my hand through it, my naked body relaxing under the soothing stream.
"Sighhhh..." I tilted my head up, exhaling deeply, letting the water wash away the sweat and heat of the night and morning with Elizabeth, the First Lady,—the president's wife—still lingering in my mind, a surreal fire that hadn't fully faded.
My muscles eased, the libido booster's intensity gone, my thoughts drifting to the day ahead, a wedding I had to attend by evening, the red room a world I was stepping out of, slowly.
