The house jumped.
Lurched off its foundations.
Forced me 1.2 centimetres taller.
Ever so slightly increased the cracks
in the tiles
in the ceiling
in the skirting board
in the basin.
"Did you feel that?", she asked me.
"Yes," I said, my leg dangled off the edge of the bed.
Then we both went back to sleep.
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