back home

The woman was lying in bed. Her nightdress, impecable, as usual. Her long, soft hair fell full of grace, like furious, red waterfalls that gave light to the bedroom in darkness. The day was finally over. She couldn't sleep, so she started listing all the things she had done during the last 24 hours: the house was cleaned, the uniforms ready for the next day, the children were sleeping and had already done their homework. She felt tired but there was something else. This aparentely strong, self confident woman missed her husband. Her every day man, that one that she knew better than herself, had left the city for work. Being alone with two little children was tirying already, but worse was not having anybody to share these moments with. She had never imagined, since the day they met, that they would ever be apart.

Suddenly, the door was opened. There was someone in the room and she didn't notice. The man couldn't see anything, but the natural fragance that this little lady had was enough to guide him. Only when he was too close, almost breathing next to her, did she realize that her dear, loved husband was back. She didn't move right away, though. And the man got worried: could it be she she didn't love him anymore?

The woman, on the other hand, didn't want to move a bit, for she was sure she was dreaming and was afraid of waking up, alone, again.

After eternal moments, Lucy understood that what belonged to her was there, in front of her, asking for a welcome kiss that had been imagined and dreamt of for both, for nights and nights.

Tom smiled, releaved because there was nothing to be afraid of. He was back home. The couple spread out their arms and got one in an endless, warm hug. For Lucy, it really felt as if her Tom had never left their house.