Today was awful. You had to wake up earlier than usual, just to go to a longer than usual workday. The traffic was worse than usual on the way in, and your usual coffee shop wasn't open today. At work, you didn't have any time to stop to eat lunch or to even take a break for that matter. You're so tired you can hardly see straight. Even know on the way home you feel your eyes begin to drop and your vision gets fuzzy you're so tired.
The only thing keeping you going is the thought of your wife waiting for you at home. Her name is Sabrina, and she's the loveliest woman you've ever seen. Just thinking of her now fills you with a warm joy that starts just inside your chest. You think of her kind smile, her round face, framed by her black curls. You long to kiss her lips, to feel her in your arms. Thinking of her waiting for you at home fills you with the willpower to get home.
Sabrina promised you something special today. You can remember her words from this morning as clear as day in your head, "Sweetie, you've been working too hard. Just look at you. I can see the bags under your eyes. Today is Friday and you deserve a break. I've taken tonight off just so I can be here for you at home... I have something special planned for us that I'm positive you'll love." She ended the conversation with a peck on the lips and then you had to rush out the door.
God, if only you could have stayed behind for just one more minute. You could have held her in your arms. Pulled her tight into your embrace. Feeling the smoothness of her lips on yours, her warm chest pressed against yours. The feel of her back through her thin nightgown. You think of all the places you want to kiss her, all the things you want to do with her.
Your daydreams are broken up when you drive over a particularly deep pothole. The car dips down before snapping back up with a jolt that sends you bouncing around the cabin of your truck. You blink the spots from your eyes. God, you're so tired.
It's past midnight by now. You're lucky no one else is on the road with the way you're driving. At least you're almost home by now. You feel a bit bad, Sabrina must have waited all night after taking work off for you to come home. And then you had to go and work an extra three hours later than usual. Her plans must have been ruined. Well you could eat whatever she cooked for you tomorrow morning, it would be your first day off in a while.
You pull into your driveway. Home at last. The light's are off. Not even a light on the second floor where you and Sabrina have a bedroom. You sigh with disappointment. You hadn't expected her to be awake, but it had been a hope of yours. Now that was gone.
The door feels like a thousand pounds as you push it open and hop out of the truck. Your boots crunch in the gravel driveway and you start to trudge towards the door. Your entire body feels like lead while you walk towards the door. Was your front path always this long? It feels like a million miles after today.
You finally reach the front door and you reach for the door handle. Before you can take it the door flies open and your met with such a beautiful sight you're left speechless. It's Sabrina. She stands in front of you in her little heart patterned pajama bottoms and one of your old T-shirts that she stole when the two of you had started dating. Her rosy skin is illuminated by the flickering light of a candle she carries in one hand, she uses the other to take your hand and pull you close to her. Her hand feels so soft pressed against your calloused hand. You let yourself be pulled close to her, so close that her head is almost pressed against your chest.
"You're home late my love." She whispers into your chest.
You're so tired you can hardly talk, doubly so with a woman as beautiful as her pressed against you. You manage to grunt an affirmative.
"Mmm, it's a bit late to have dinner. But I have something else in mind." Sabrina looks up at you, her face framed against her curls, you've never wanted to kiss someone as much as you do now.
After taking off your muddy boots, Sabrina leads you by the hand through the house. She takes you past a clean kitchen with an array of pots and pans still in the drying rack. Past the dining room with fancy candlesticks and a table set for two. She must have made quite the meal, it's too bad you missed it.
Finally the two of you arrive in the living room. It's not much to see, just an old couch from one of your college friends facing a newer TV that had been a gift from Sabrina's dad. A bookshelf sat in the corner next to a little card table you and Sabrina would play board games at sometimes. And of course, your favorite armchair. It was an old armchair that Sabrina had given to you as a surprise gift a couple years back when the two of you had moved into the new house and you'd loved it ever since. It felt like it was meant for you, your body just melted right into the chair perfectly. You felt like you were sleeping on a cloud when you slept on that chair.
Sabrina sits you down and places the candle on a nearby endtable. It gives off the perfect amount of lighting. Not too much to hurt your eyes, but just enough to see your favorite person in the world. This is a good way to go to sleep. Led to your favorite place by your favorite girl. You even get to watch her as you fall asleep. It's too bad she can't cuddle up with you on the armchair.
