It was dark - someplace between 2 am and 4 am - the time when only anxious bodies rouse from sleep. There's always a reason for the waking.
Disoriented, the first stumbles for one bedroom door and opens it. Her eyes really aren't open. She uses her other senses to trace her path down what was becoming a familiar hall. With one hand on the rail, she moved slowly, adjusting to the dark and the T-shirt she was wearing. It wasn't hers.
Still mid-sleep, the second walks assuredly out into the hall from the other direction. She never sleeps in pajamas. It's the weekend and her eyes are weighted from the makeup she never removed. But it is the weekend and this is not her house, so she pulls a sweatshirt over her head. It isn't hers.
Someplace between the stairs and the wall, the two stumble upon one another.
"Hmmm...rrrffff...hmmmm...rrrmpph" said the first through her sleep.
"You still here?" the second mumbled with one eye open.
"Mmm hmmm. Yes." said the first.
"Well then, me too." replied the second.
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