It Was As If I Weren't Even There

So, I spent the night at a girlfriend's home. The night before, she had warned me that the maid would be there early the next a.m. "Cool", I said, "I need to get up and start my day early anyway".
I had no clue what kind of assault was taking place when I was awakened in a dark room by the sound of rushing water and a Mexican woman talking loudly on the phone over the noise of the laundry machines in the corner closet. She had also turned on the recessed lights of the ceiling -- I was feeling like a fast-food french fry on standby. After I realized where I was, what time it could be, and who was making the best part of the day into the worst for me... I stuck my left arm out from beneath the covers as an elephant's trunk would scan the area to sniff out the action outside of my realm -- one of my arms should inform her that there's somebody else in the room.

A coupla agonizing minutes of noise elapse and I peek out to see who speaks this version of Spanish that I don't understand. I can't see her face, as her back is turned to me. The blinding lights cause me to retract my head but to leave my arm out, hoping she would see this periscope without any vision.

Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. It was a minute or two more before she turned off the lights and exited the master bedroom. I wondered to myself why she didn't start her day by working on another client's home.

It's on the list.