Blinded by the light

Through the course of that Summer, they had fallen into the habit of lying in bed, drinking coffee, all morning, while the lines of light from the blind wrote themselves across the room. Eventually, when she was already late for her work - in a shop? At the town hall? He could no longer remember, but what could she have done that did not require her presence until so late in the day? When she was already late, there would be a tearing around as she got dressed and collected her things, slamming the door as she left.
And, after the Storm, he would drink more coffee and wait for her to return.