I am typing softly, gently depressing the keys, taking extra care with the space bar as it is the loudest individual on the keyboard. I am wired for sound – headphones atop my head with the volume down, phone muted, speakers off. All my movements are slow, considered, and as close to silent as I am capable of making them. I was going to go for a run, but I have no socks here. They are all locked away in forbidden territory, so I sit in this house, so still, and wait it out.
This is what it is to have your partner on nights at the weekend, and not have plans to be away.