I stretched out on the bed and closed my eyes. A persistent tapping woke me up.
"Mr. Lyman?"
I looked down at my new watch- 4 O'clock! My wedding assistant was here. I opened the door.
"Sorry- I fell asleep."
"That's o.k., sir. I have everything you need to get ready. May I come in?"
As soon as I agree, he's rolling a cart into the room. He takes my suit from the bag-(Bless Donna!) and hangs it in the en suite. After shaving and a long shower, I get dressed and take a long look at myself in the mirror.
I'm not as young as I used to be, but I look better than I have in weeks. I avoided mirrors as much as possible during the last month of the campaign but I know I was looking rough. I didn't miss the shock and sympathy on people's faces. And Donna had come right out and told me that I looked terrible more than once.
"Donna." I whisper to myself and smile. The man looking back at me in the mirror suddenly looks younger. Donna. Donna. I'm going to marry Donna.
I walk out of the bathroom and stop. The wedding assistant has transformed the room into a dream. Rose petals scattered on the bed and floor. Champagne chilling in a bucket. LED Candles everywhere. The room is glowing.
"Is this acceptable, sir?"
"It's amazing."
"Very good, sir. It's time. Are you ready?"
Oh yes. I'm ready.