It was pitch black.
Since it was 2 in the morning, that was expected.
Without opening his eyes, he pulled back the covers, trying
not to wake her as he stood up. After a moment, he began to walk.
He knew his apartment well, and he’d walked this a thousand
times. Every step was soft but sure as he left the bedroom, walked across the
living/dining/everything room and into the bathroom.
He didn’t bother with the light as he adjusted himself, relieved
himself, then turned around to wash his hands.
And hit a wall that wasn’t there a second ago.
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