The TV screen goes dark. I climb the ladder to the mezzanine. At the edge of the bed I take off my clothes. I hurry under the duvet. The floor creaks as she comes to join. I slide a little closer. She drapes her legs over mine. Her body is warm. Winter rattles against the windows. 

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