She's careful not to wake him as she lifts her tired body from their bed and wanders into the next room. Streetlights illuminate her path and draw her to the window where she takes her usual seat. Through the angle of open doorways she can see his arm draped across the empty space created in her absence. She lifts a sketch pad from the table next to her without losing sight of his figure, inky and unfinished in the shadows. As she lifts her pencil, a small smile sneaks across her mouth.