I woke up at six from pure habit.
The room was unfamiliar in the way rooms are unfamiliar when you have only slept in them once. The ceiling was slightly lower than the warehouse room. The window was on the wrong side. The sounds of the street outside were different. More domestic. A bin being moved somewhere. A car starting. A dog making its feelings known about something two gardens over.
I lay still for a moment and let the room come back to me.
The house on the quiet residential street. The kitchen table at two in the morning. The coffee going warm in my hands. The look on his face when I said I had things to say too.
I got up.
The bathroom was across the hall. Small and clean with a proper mirror above the sink that was larger than the one in the warehouse and showed me more of m
