I hurried home that afternoon. The day had passed by so quickly as if anticipating my return from my day’s toil to the warmth of home where she awaits my missed presence.

I loosened my tie and unbuttoned my garment. She had been soundly sleeping where I had left her this morning. She needed it for tonight’s long list of duties. I had waited so much to see her gently curled up in bed that I had shunned offers from my colleagues for an unwinding off some bar. The wonderful sight just simply took my breath away.

She was my retreat after a long day’s work, my refuge for a weary mind and body. Every air she breathes inflates her nostrils and causes her chest to rise. There was every sign of life in her even in her restful slumber. I knew it would only be minutes unti she gets awakes to my presence but for now let me drown in the silence and peacefulness of her. I have memorized the lines on her face since years ago it wouldn’t be too difficult to trace them now. I can feel her soft skin even without touching it. I get chills down my spine knowing how vulnerable she gets in my arms, and how I would melt in her touch. I felt an instant impulse to do that now and let her know how I’ve missed her today. I want to wake her up with a kiss and warm embrace.

The thought slipped my mind when she moved a little and then more. She fluttered her eyelids to oblivion, somewhat bewildered by my presence and my thoughts. She knew how I felt like she was dreaming it the same time I was feeling it. My thoughts were in her thoughts and it somewhat shook me from my consciousness.

Then she was suddenly awakened. She woke not to the sight of me but of someone else. Her deep breaths had shown she was mysteriously panting, catching each of it knowing I wasn’t real. Her heart pounded profusely but she was out of speech.

She dreamt only of me and only for me. She dreamt she was me. She felt and thought me and to me that was both reality and heaven enough for now.