Thomas F. Law (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thom_filicia) wrote,@ 2005-01-22 16:06:00 |
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Last night, I was in the kitchen in sweat pants and a too-small shirt (stolen out of Jude's drawers), just making coffee. Hair not combed all day long. Wearing my glasses, with a few fingerprints on them. And then, I could feel him there. I knew he was in the room, even though he came in silently. Then he was there in the kitchen, chest pressed against my back, arms around my waist. And I melted. My knees went weak. And that, really, was only the start.
My husband is home.
My husband is home.
