The curtains stay open. The street climbs the stairs with the morning light.
She came to lose a little sleep, but beside him she lost track of time. The night could have been a beautiful accident. Morning tests people more closely: unstyled hair, an argument about shopping, bread in a hand and a wrong turn on a familiar street.
They argue about what to buy. He makes the case for something sweet. She takes the bread; he takes her hand. They miss the turn towards her home, although she knows the way perfectly well. She simply likes the road they are walking now.
She still wants the next kiss. Now she also wants everything around it: the small remarks, habits and ordinary minutes someone shows when there is no one left to impress.
He was good in the dark. In daylight, he turned out to be even better.