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The Day Before Tomorrow

“Come back to bed.” She murmurs, her voice croaking as it’s used for the first time that day.

“In a bit, I’m just writing some letters.”

“This early? Who the hell are you writing to?” She’s more alert now and trying to make sense of the situation.

“Family, friends, everyone really. Just finishing this last one, then I’ll come back to bed.”

“No, don’t bother, I should probably get up and get ready for work.” She raises herself up as she says this, but puts off the unpleasant moment when the duvet has to be removed.

“No, you probably shouldn’t, cos they’ll wonder why I’ve phoned them up and told them you were ill and couldn’t make it in today. Which also means you can’t leave the house in case someone from work sees you.”

She smiles at me and sinks back down into the bed. “Well, I can help you with your letters then.”

“Not this letter, it’s the most important one, it’s for you. Anyway I’ve finished it”

“For me! You realise you can talk to me right now?”

“I know, but I might not always be able to.”

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