After a long and tiresome month working away, it was finally time to head home and decompress, alas I had made it, even managed to finish earlier than expected, time to hang up my coat and look forward to a nice hearty meal.
The front door was barely pried open before I was hit by the wonderful aroma of roast chicken, thyme and vegetables cooking away, no sight of a single soul, so I began to look elsewhere.
As I crept up the stairs hoping to surprise my sleeping partner, I had taken my shoes off and tiptoed along the hallway, as I approached the door, I began to hear mumbles and murmurs, nothing too off about someone who often dreams vividly I thought; step by step I inched closer to that heavy wooden door, I reached out pushing it open ever so slowly hoping not to frighten and wake anyone.
As the door peered open further I gazed across the room and saw a gorgeous figure laid on the bed, back pressed up against the headboard, head leant backwards eyes closed, ever so slightly biting her lip, legs spread apart above the soft white duvet as her hand was held below the covers, between her legs.