After a moment she closed the drawer…slowly, gingerly. She laid out her things on top of the dresser. Then she bent forward, stretching to put on her stockings.
I closed my eyes and listened as she put on her clothes. When I looked again she was standing in an evening gown, taller than I had ever seen her, her hair swept back. Diamonds sparkled from her clavicles, her ears, her wrists.
She placed her phone in a pocketbook on top of the dresser. She snapped the pocketbook closed and turned around.
“Go back to sleep,” she said.
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