home, home at last
*He's so very, very tired. He boarded the plane early morning in England, now the moon greets him after a long flight* *He stammers to find his keys in his carryon bag, he gets the door open...finally...and shh's the dog as she runs up to him with a tail wag and a quiet whine* *He looks around the dark house, taking in the scene, only observing the furnature's sihloettes; almost tripping, he continues up the stairs* *He flicks the light on in the nursey and a warm light appears from the corner, revealing a rocking chair, crib, some toys, bassinette, decorations, you name it...the room is complete* *He smiles lightly and flicks the light switch off, only to walk a little way until he opens the door to the master bedroom*
*The moon is shining in over the bed and the french doors are open just a little, enough to make the curtains appear to be sailing* *He follows the moonlight and sees her, his wife, Keri, who else...asleep on her side peacefully, her arms cuddled around a fluffy pillow, his pillow* *He smiles warmly and drops his suitcase quietly and gets ready for bed* *After preparing for bed, he sits on the bed quietly and moves up against the pillows just a little as not to wake sleeping beauty* *He gets in the covers and looks at her, smiling to himself. He doesn't touch her, he doesn't want to scare her* He lays down on his side and drapes an arm on her hip, breaths her in, and closes his eyes*
*A kiss is planted on her shoulder as he thinks "it's good to be home, it's good to be home indeed"*
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