I walked into the restroom on our floor of the building. It was a large, grey space with toilet stalls, sinks, and all the usual things you'd find in a public restroom—only fancier. The stalls had occupancy indicators that turned red when locked from the inside, the paper towels were the softest I'd ever felt, and the toilets flushed automatically.
After using one of the stalls, I walked over to the sink to wash my hands and fix my hair and makeup.
As the water ran into my palms, the soap bubbled, and I lifted my gaze to the mirror. I stared at my reflection for a moment before smiling and letting out a light, airy chuckle. I'd never been as happy as I was tonight. My life was finally moving in the right direction—everything I'd ever dreamt of was finally within reach.
I closed
