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Sara awoke in the middle of the night and had to pee.
This was one of the most frustrating parts of staying over, she thought: having to extricate yourself from someone else’s bed without waking them so you could make your way to an unfamiliar bathroom in the dark. They had fallen asleep with her closer to the wall, too, which made it even worse.
She slithered out of the bed and tiptoed through the dark room, squinting and trying to avoid stubbing her toes on anything. The only light came in the window from a streetlamp outside, a neutral white that she was sure had been carefully engineered to minimize light pollution or modulate mood effects. Or maybe it was just moonlight.
Her eyes didn’t really want to be open, anyway, so the lack of light was welcome.
His bathroom was small an
