A strip of pale yellow daylight lay across the floorboards of the upstairs hall.

I pushed the door open with the flat of my hand.

Vanessa stood at the foot of the bed with a heavy leather suitcase.

She was fitting a dark wool sweater into the top compartment.

Rob leaned back against my wooden dresser, jingling the heavy keys in his coat pockets.

His tweed jacket hung over the back of my work chair by the window.

Neither of them looked up as the door swung.