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    before I go to sleep1

    before I go to sleep1

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    Part One
    Today

    The bedroom is strange. Unfamiliar. I don’t know where I am, how I came to be here. I don’t know how I’m going to get home.

    I have spent the night here. I was woken by a woman’s voice- at first I thought she was in bed with me, but then realized she was reading the news and I was hearing a radio alarm- and when I opened my eyes I found myself here. In this room I don’t recognize.

    My eyes adjust and I look around in the near dark. 

    A dressing gown hangs off the back of the wardrobe door- suitable for a woman, but someone much older than I am- 

    and some dark-coloured trousers are folded neatly over the back of a chair at the dressing table, but I can make out little else. 

    The alarm clock looks complicated, but I find a button and manage to silence it.

    It is then that I hear a juddering intake of breath behind me and realize I am not alone. 

    I turn round. I see an expanse of skin and dark hair, flecked with white. A man. 

    He has his left arm outside the covers and there is a gold band on the third finger of the hand.

    I suppress a groan. So this one is not only old and grey, I think, but also married. 

    Not only have I screwed a married man, but I have done so in what I am guessing is his home, in the bed he must usually share with his wife. 

    I lie back to gather myself. I ought to be ashamed. I wonder where the wife is. Do I need to worry about her arriving back at any moment? 

    I imagine her standing on the other side of the room, screaming, calling me a slut. A medusa. A mass of snakes. 

    I wonder how I will defend myself, if she does appear. The guy in the bed doesn’t seem concerned, though. He has turned over and snores on.

    I lie as still as possible. Usually I can remember how I get into situations like this, but not today. 

    There must have been a party, or a trip to a bar or a club. I must have been pretty wasted. 

    Wasted enough that I don’t remember anything at all. Wasted enough to have gone home with a man with a wedding ring and hairs on his back.

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    before I go to sleep02

    before I go to sleep02

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    I fold back the covers as gently as I can and sit on the edge of the bed. First, I need to use the bathroom. 

    I ignore the slippers at my feet- after all, fucking the husband is one thing, but I could never wear another woman’s shoes- and creep barefoot on to the landing. 

    I am aware of my nakedness, fearful of choosing the wrong door, of stumbling on a lodger, a teenage son. 

    Relieved, I see the bathroom door is ajar and go in, locking it behind me. 

    I sit, use the toilet, then flush it and turn to wash my hands. I reach for the soap, but something is wrong. 

    At first I can’t work out what it is, but then I see it. The hand gripping the soap does not look like mine. 

    The skin is wrinkled, the nails are unpolished and bitten to the quick and, like the man in the bed I have just left, the third finger wears a plain, gold wedding ring.

    I stare for a moment, then wiggle my fingers. The fingers of the hand holding the soap move also. 

    I gasp, and the soap thuds into the sink. I look up at the mirror. The face I see looking back at me is not my own. 

    The hair has no volume and is cut much shorter than I wear it, the skin on the cheeks and under the chin sags, the lips are thin, the mouth turned down. 

    I cry out, a wordless gasp that would turn into a shriek of shock were I to let it, and then notice the eyes. 

    The skin around them is lined, yes, but despite everything else I can see that they are mine. 

    The person in the mirror is me, but I am twenty years too old. Twenty-five. More.

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    before I go to sleep03(文稿)

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    This isn’t possible. Beginning to shake, I grip the edge of the sink. 

    Another scream starts to rise in my chest and this one erupts as a strangled gasp. 

    I step back, away from the mirror, and it is then that I see them. Photographs. Taped to the wall, to the mirror itself. Pictures, interspersed with yellow pieces of gummed paper, felt-tip notes, damp and curling.

    I choose one at random. Christine, it says, and an arrow points to a photograph of me- this new me, this old me- in which I am sitting on a bench on a quayside, next to a man. 

    The name seems familiar, but only distantly so, as if I am having to make an effort to believe that it is mine. 

    In the photograph we are both smiling at the camera, holding hands. He is handsome, attractive, and when I look closely I can see that it is the same man I slept with, the one I left in the bed. 

    The word Ben is written beneath it, and next to it Your husband. I gasp, and rip it off the wall. No, I think. No! It can’t be… 

    I scan the rest of the pictures. They are all of me, and him. 

    In one I am wearing an ugly dress and unwrapping a present, in another both of us wear matching weatherproof jackets and stand in front of a waterfall as a small dog sniffs at our feet. 

    Next to it is a picture of me sitting beside him, sipping a glass of orange juice, wearing the dressing gown I have seen in the bedroom next door.

    I step back further, until I feel cold tiles against my back. It is then I get the glimmer that I associate with memory. 

    As my mind tries to settle on it, it flutters away, like ashes caught in a breeze, and I realize that in my life there is a then, a before, though before what I cannot say, 

    and there is a now, and there is nothing between the two but a long, silent emptiness that has led me here, to me and him, in this house.

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    before I go to sleep04

    before I go to sleep04

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    I go back into the bedroom. I still have the picture in my hand- the one of me and the man I had woken up with- and I hold it in front of me.

    ‘What’s going on?’ I say. I am screaming; tears run down my face. The man is sitting up in bed, his eyes half closed. ‘Who are you?’

    ‘I’m your husband,’ he says. His face is sleepy, without a trace of annoyance. He does not look at my naked body. ‘We’ve been married for years.’

    ‘What do you mean?’ I say. I want to run, but there is nowhere to go. ‘“Married for years”? What do you mean?’

    He stands up. ‘Here,’ he says, and passes me the dressing gown, waiting while I put it on. 

    He is wearing pyjama trousers that are too big for him, a white vest. He reminds me of my father.

    ‘We got married in nineteen eighty-five,’ he says. ‘Twenty-two years ago. You—’
    ‘What—?’ I feel the blood drain from my face, the room begin to spin. 

    A clock ticks, somewhere in the house, and it sounds as loud as a hammer. ‘But—’ He takes a step towards me. ‘How—?’

    ‘Christine, you’re forty-seven now,’ he says. I look at him, this stranger who is smiling at me. 

    I don’t want to believe him, don’t want even to hear what he’s saying, but he carries on. ‘You had an accident,’ he says. ‘A bad accident. You suffered head injuries. You have problems remembering things.’

    ‘What things?’ I say, meaning, Surely not the last twenty-five years? ‘What things?’

    He steps towards me again, approaching me as if I am a frightened animal. ‘Everything,’ he says. ‘Sometimes starting from your early twenties. Sometimes even earlier than that.’

    My mind spins, whirring with dates and ages. I don’t want to ask, but know that I must. ‘When… when was my accident?’

    He looks at me, and his face is a mixture of compassion and fear. ‘When you were twenty-nine…’

    I close my eyes. Even as my mind tries to reject this information I know, somewhere, that it is true.

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    before I go to sleep05(文稿)

    before I go to sleep05(文稿)

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    I hear myself start to cry again, and as I do so this man, this Ben, comes over to where I stand in the doorway. 

    I feel his presence next to me, do not move as he puts his arms around my waist, do not resist as he pulls me into him. 

    He holds me. Together we rock gently, and I realize the motion feels familiar somehow. It makes me feel better.

    ‘I love you, Christine,’ he says, and though I know I am supposed to say that I love him too, I don’t. I say nothing. 

    How can I love him? He is a stranger. Nothing makes sense. I want to know so many things. How I got here, how I manage to survive. But I don’t know how to ask.

    ‘I’m scared,’ I say.
    ‘I know,’ he replies. ‘I know. But don’t worry, Chris. I’ll look after you. I’ll always look after you. You’ll be fine. Trust me.’

    He says he will show me round the house. I feel calmer. I have put on a pair of knickers and an old T-shirt that he gave me, then put the robe over my shoulders. 

    We go out on to the landing. ‘You’ve seen the bathroom,’ he says, opening the door next to it. ‘This is the office.’

    There is a glass desk with what I guess must be a computer, though it looks ridiculously small, almost like a toy. 

    Next to it is a filing cabinet in gunmetal grey, above it a wall planner. All is neat, orderly. ‘I work in there, now and then,’ he says, closing the door. 

    We cross the landing and he opens another door. A bed, a dressing table, more wardrobes. It looks almost identical to the room in which I woke. 

    ‘Sometimes you sleep in here,’ he says, ‘when you feel like it. But usually you don’t like waking up alone. You get panicked when you can’t work out where you are.’ 

    I nod. I feel like a prospective tenant being shown around a new flat. A possible housemate. ‘Let’s go downstairs.’ 

    I follow him down. He shows me a living room- a brown sofa and matching chairs, a flat screen bolted to the wall which he tells me is a television- and a dining room and kitchen. 

    None of it is familiar. I feel nothing at all, not even when I see a framed photograph of the two of us on a sideboard.

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    before I go to sleep06(文稿)

    before I go to sleep06(文稿)

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    ‘There’s a garden out the back,’ he says and I look through the glass door that leads off the kitchen. 

    It is just beginning to get light, the night sky starting to turn an inky blue, and I can make out the silhouette of a large tree, and a shed sitting at the far end of the small garden, but little else. 

    I realize I don’t even know what part of the world we are in. ‘Where are we?’ I say.

    He stands behind me. I can see us both, reflected in the glass. Me. My husband. Middle-aged.

    ‘North London,’ he replies. ‘Crouch End.’
    I step back. Panic begins to rise. ‘Jesus,’ I say. ‘I don’t even know where I bloody live…’

    He takes my hand. ‘Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.’ I turn round to face him, to wait for him to tell me how, how I will be fine, but he does not. 

    ‘Shall I make you your coffee?’ For a moment I resent him, but then say, ‘Yes. Yes, please.’ He fills a kettle. 

    ‘Black, please,’ I say. ‘No sugar.’
    ‘I know,’ he says, smiling at me. ‘Want some toast?’ I say yes. 

    He must know so much about me, yet still this feels like the morning after a one-night stand: breakfast with a stranger in his house, plotting how soon it would be acceptable to make an escape, to go back home.

    But that’s the difference. Apparently this is my home. ‘I think I need to sit down,’ I say.

    He looks up at me. ‘Go and sit yourself down in the living room,’ he says. ‘I’ll bring this through in a minute.’ I leave the kitchen.

    A few moments later Ben follows me in. He gives me a book. ‘This is a scrapbook,’ he says. ‘It might help.’ 

    I take it from him. It is bound in plastic that is supposed to look like worn leather but does not, and has a red ribbon tied around it in an untidy bow. 

    ‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ he says, and leaves the room. I sit on the sofa.
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