A familiar knock, I hear the smallness of knuckles rapping at the door. I stand, walk, and put my hand on the knob. The door opens. She stands there. The afternoon sun behind her shines into my eyes, but not blinding. She makes a step into me and nuzzles her head into my chest. I reciprocate and take a deep breath. I am relaxed now. The tension from my day is gone. Her scent is here, soothing, calming. It was only for a moment, and now we lay on the bed top. She's wearing a skirt when she lays down first. I catch a glimpse of what I know so well. I feel my pupils dilate, but I am completely comfortable. She rests her head on my chest and wraps her free arm. I could die happy. I have a hand wrapped on her waist. She talks. Her voice, familiar, reminds me of the past. I run my hand up and down her side. The chest pinches to the waist, which flares to the hip, and tapers down the thigh. She looks up, chin on my chest meeting my gaze, and smiles.