She arrives without ceremony, slipping into the room as if she’s always belonged there. She hops onto the bed, curls against me, and rests her head nearby. We share warmth, quiet, and an unspoken understanding that eases the loneliness. There’s nothing secretive or dramatic about it—just presence doing what presence does best.
She’s attentive in the simplest way, always tuned to my mood. There’s no judgment, no advice, just calm companionship. Sometimes we nap, sometimes we lie awake listening to the house breathe. Before my wife comes home, I wash the sheets, not out of guilt, but because clean sheets feel grounding, like resetting the space for her return.
One afternoon, that peaceful routine was interrupted by the sound of a car in the driveway. Panic flickered through me as footsteps approached the door. I sat up, bracing myself for questions I hadn’t prepared to answer. Then the door opened—and my wife laughed.
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