Hallway

Woken from sleep with an urgent need, you get out of bed and step into your dressing gown. You walk through the hall on the way to the bathroom. 

There's a figure there in the shadows. 

Old coats. The pile of stuff, you keep meaning to move it. Just coats and things. You keep going past the pile and carry on towards the bathroom. You wish the door was closer to your room.

What pile.

Your hand brushes coats, soft, leathery. You open the door to the bathroom and reach for the light

What coats.