She felt him cuddle her in the middle of the night.
He felt warm and soft. And suddenly, her nightmares faded
She woke up the next morning, to prepare a mug of coffee.
She felt him hugging her from behind, his chin resting on her
shoulder. And somehow, her day started well.
She picked up his favourite dress on her. She could feel him
leaning against the door, smiling at her.
She could hear him groan in satisfaction as she prepared his
favourite breakfast, pancakes with maple syrup.
She turned the radio on and started driving. She could see
him bopping his head to the music. It was his favourite genre.
As soon as she reached her workplace, she drowned in a
sea of mails, appointments, and meetings. She forgot about
him for a while.
She ordered her lunch, chuckling, as she remembered how
his face scrunches up in annoyance at the sight of greasy
food. She ate it anyways.
She returned home in the evening and washed all the make-
up off. He always found her the most beautiful in hernatural state.
She went to the florist to buy daffodils – one of the very few
things they like in common. She then purchased a bottle of
wine and headed towards where he currently lived.
She opened the gate, the creaking sound being the only
thing heard in the neighbourhood.
She headed towards him with a small smile in her face, as
she sat opposite to him, placing the flowers and the wine
She spoke to him about her day, knowing that he would
listen without any problem. He always listened.
He was listening then too, smiling, as he stared at her. He
smiled at how angry she got over her boss, feigned
annoyance as she mentioned her unhealthy lunch, laughed
with her as she narrated a really funny incident which had
occurred in the office.
She went on speaking about her day, and he never minded.
He was enjoying it. She knew it.
Soon, a comfortable silence wrapped around them. It was
getting dark and she had to leave.
She kissed him, and left for home. He felt the kiss and his