I wake up suddenly. Something has changed.
The locks tumble and I hold my breath.
I hear keys hit the dish on the sideboard.
A small light is turned on, dim from here.
Footsteps quietly approaching the bedroom door.
His silhouette outlined in the doorway.
He walks to the chair removing his utility belt, t-shirt, boots and socks.
He looks down at me, the sound of the zipper makes me hold my breath.
His cargoes hit the floor.
"Babe. You're in my bed. Either get out or I'll rip that T-shirt off you."
"Then what are you standing there for?"