They crept up the stairs on their toes, moving as silently as possible. The house made no sound except for the gentle creaks and sighs that only age could allow. She gripped his hand in hers tightly as they walked up. As his foot touched down on the top step it groaned in protest. They froze, holding their breaths as he slowly lifted his foot up from the step. He looked back at her, his eyes wide with worry. A light flicked on behind a closed door. They waited in silence for a moment and then it went out. She let out the breath she was holding and they continued until they got to their respective rooms. They slipped into their beds without turning any lights on and as she drifted to sleep, one single thought crossed her foggy mind; she was going to have to explain the dirt on her white sheets in the morning. |
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