coming home
He found her hand and tucked his inside hers, and he buried his face against her pillows. It smelled like her, and for the first time in several days, he relaxed. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, especially since he felt safe.
“Love you,” he mumbled before succumbing entirely.
“Love you, too,” she whispered, running her thumb over his knuckles and watching his chest rise and fall. Without meaning to, her breathing began to fall into pace with his, and the quiet murmur of his heart ushered her into a dream.
He managed to sleep through the night, occasionally moving around. Shortly before dawn, he woke up with a pressing need to use the privy, and he grumbled at the sharp nip to the air before crawling back in bed. He fully intended to sleep for as long as he possibly could.

















