Irene stepped out of the shower cubicle. After the warmth of the hot water, the morning was cold and a draft under the door draped cold air over her skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. She shivered, wrapped the towel around herself and stepped forwards. Only one light was lit above the sink, and in the dim room its feeble glow gave birth to shadows larger than life.

Irene leaned forward and stared in the mirror for a long time, the moist air from her nose and mouth painting foggy shapes on the glass. Until she almost couldn’t make out the slight twitch of the corner of a mouth in the reflection she knew better than her own.

“Get out.” Irene clenched the towel tighter around herself, shuddering in the cold, then unwrapping the towel to dry herself off. The girl had seen her like this so many times Irene forgot to feel embarrassed. From the corner of her eye, Irene watched the reflection of the girl come to sit on the table with the sink, and languidly begin to swing her legs. Right. Left. Right, left.