She woke to a room, Victorian.
High-ceilinged, bare, bone cold.
Black marble fireplace, pock-marked mirror.
Torn velvet curtains, smell of turps and tea.
She was lying on a mattress on the floor
A wrinkled sheet, a cushion at her head.
Mouth dry, she tried to swallow, longed for tea.
As she tried to remember,
Who had shared her bed.