Burning the candles down

Your keys rattle in the door and I look up from my book as you open it and walk in. You wearily smile and I recognize the look of sheer relief you give as you lock the world outside. I let my eyes drop again to the book in my lap as you put your things down and proceed to plop yourself on the couch beside me. After all this time we’ve spent together, I know when you want to hear me talk and when you want to simply feel me there.¬†You sigh deeply and I know that is my signal to speak. I smile, ah, how well we know each other!! Continue reading