as my mind is wont to do, it's fixated itself on an image and won't let it go.
if i was a creative person, i'd be able to turn this into a hell of a story. instead, all i have is a ficlet with no fandom.
well, do with it as you will.
a distant dream
i come home from work and you're sleeping peacefully in bed. i get undressed and slide into bed facing you, so happy to finally be in bed after a long day. i lean in and kiss you, softly -- you hate it when i don't wake you up when i get home, but i can never bear to actually *try* to wake you up, so i hope a kiss will be enough.
you open your eyes slowly, reluctantly. you see me and smile your beautiful sweet smile, the secret one for us alone. "hello, stranger," you purr.
"hi, baby. how was your day? you're in bed early tonight."
"busy," is all you offer, and as you lean in and kiss me gently, any other questions i might've had slip from my mind as i settle into your arms.
mwah.
~a