Lost in my thoughts, I jumped when the door opened slowly. Hugo entered timidly, questioning me with his eyes to verify that I accepted his intrusion. I smiled at him, and he approached the bed.
“Can I,” he said, pointing to the place next to me.
“Yes, of course. Aren’t we supposed to be sleeping apart?” I teased him as he lay down beside me.
“Yes, but I’m not going to sleep knowing you are so close to me.”
I smiled at him, touched by his remark, and then studied his appearance. He was wearing sky blue flannel pyjamas which seemed carefully ironed. I never had the idea of ironing pyjamas, apparently, some did. The initials “HR” were embroidered on the pocket of the shirt. I had never really thought about what Hugo could wear to sleep, but I would not have imagined that his tastes in ni
