Some day
I come home. I do not hear a sound. Normally I would announce my presence, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I shouldn't. I set my brief case, containing a few patient histories to look over tonight, down in the kitchen like I always do. I walk upstairs and find that my suspicion was correct. She's laying there, in our bed; peacefully laying there creating such a serene and surreal scene that I'm scared to move for fear of making a disturbance. I take off my coat and uniform and glide onto the bed next to her. She's beautiful in an astounding way; so beautiful I wonder how I managed to have the privilege of calling her my wife. I lay next to her, feeling warmth radiating from her soft and feminine skin. She takes a deep breath and lets out a tired sigh that is indicative of her being in a deep, sound slumber. Lucky for me she is laying on her side; I put my arm around her slowly so as not to wake her. Almost as if she realized what i was doing, her hand wraps around mine and pulls it close to her chest; she mumbles something incoherent, but obviously important in whatever dream she is having. I lean in and kiss the back of her neck, afterwards just laying there, treasuring that moment, the quiet perfection that filled our bedroom.
maybe i'll get to experience it some day.
maybe i'll get to experience it some day.