The stairs were bright where the hall light fell up them, and darker at the top, and I carried the lamp in both arms like something that might wake. Damien came behind me with the overnight bag. Our phones were on the shelf downstairs, with the keys and a pile of takeaway menus, and neither of us had mentioned them since.The bedroom door was open. The bed stood against the far wall, and the curtains were drawn, and it all looked a little too tidy, as if someone had arranged it for a photograph. I put the lamp on the chest of drawers beside the window, and Damien set the bag down on the bed, found the socket, and plugged it in. Then he switched off the overhead light, and the room turned from a stranger into something softer.It was our own bed, but it looked different against that wall, lower somehow, and wider. The curtains still carried a crease from being folded in their box, a pale line running down each one. The lamp lit one side of Damien's face and left the other in shadow, an
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