She could swear in her dreams that she felt his arms hold her, and his lips softly on her forehead.
He did eventually come to bed, but there was one last thing to take care of...
He was beside her when she woke, fresh flowers awaiting her on the kitchen table.
She falls asleep waiting for mhim laptop still open her article written with a slew of typos sprawled across the bed in the bathrobe. Draped wildly across the bed her face on his billow clinging to it since he was not there.