Sudden clouds cut off the silent scream of moonlight. She woke with a start, pulse racing, sweat beading her upper lip. Breathe, she whispered to the night. Darkness rattled around the room, conjuring people from the shadows with a feathery touch. She heard her daughter's soft chuckle from the next room. What is she still doing awake at 2, she wondered. A difficult thirteen she was turning out to be. Things hadn't been easy after the accident. The familiar emptiness inside her flared up for an instant. She sighed. She turned over onto her side. Away from her husband's sleeping body. She tuned her breathing to his, the familiar rhythm providing comfort. Militant thirteen year olds could be dealt with in the morning. Sleep swiftly deluged her in welcome oblivion.
Moonlight emerging from the cloudy ambush swept back through the silent window, menacing her sleeping form. Alone on the otherwise empty bed in a marooned corner of the otherwise almost-empty house, peopled only with shrouded furniture and might-have-beens.
Note: We are nothing if not accommodating. What MT wants MT gets:)