All is quiet and still.

Tangled sheets, scrunched pillow, twisted duvet and bare leg where the mattress ends.

A gentle breath heralds the soft, murmured profanity, almost too quiet to hear, and then comes the careful extrication of limbs from their entanglement.

Messes tidied, nakedness covered, any outward signs... all are quickly and thoroughly taken care of.

Sunlight slips through cracks in the curtains, reflecting on the mirror and casting a mixture of light and shadows upon the room, both occupants and objects.

An eye slips open, shadowed by dark lashes, hidden by the fall of hair, the cast shadows and the scrunched up pillow.

A breath quietly hitches as a hand lays itself on the door handle.

There's a brief, moment's hesitation, and a loud click a few seconds later as the door shuts.

Shadowed by dark lashes, hidden by the fall of hair, the cast shadows and the scrunched up pillow, a single tear, almost crystal-like in the odd light of the early morning, rolls down a cheek and quickly disappears.

Still, the sheets are tangled, the pillow scrunched, the duvet twisted.

The leg is still bare where the mattress ends.