My goal this upcoming week is to post these on time.
Dawnie's picture selection:
I come home from work and drop my keys in the bowl, letting my stress blow out on the next exhale. Or trying to.
I just want to be in his arms, where the world fades away. I find him in our bed, propped up on a pillow, reading.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he says.
I kick my shoes off and straddle his waist, reaching to kiss him. He slides down so we’re lying horizontal, and I curse the clothes between us.
The sheets surrounding us are fresh from the dryer; the clean smell somehow making me want him even more.