The apartment is quiet after we turn off the television. There's no stirrings downstairs, where we will occasionally hear them watching a movie, or upstairs, where our elderly neighbors keep the hours of the old and seem never to sleep, pacing late into the night on unknowable errands.
Katie climbs into bed and lays on her back, breathing, eyes closed. The cat, seeing us settle in, jumps down off the bed with an ungraceful thump, off to her usual haunts, and our home begins its journey through the darkness, a small oasis of peace.
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