I put the power back on.

I photographed the inside of the archive floor — the dust, disturbed, in the shape of a person — and the four louvre slots, and the view through them down the landing, on my phone, with the timestamps on.

I went into the bedroom and I photographed my own side of the bed, which was undisturbed, because I had not been in it, and I understood that this would matter.

And I made a bed.