A/N: This is, as you can see, a drabble. Just in case, a drabble is a short
'lil thing of exactly 100 words. EXACTLY. No more, no less. And they're
harder than you'd think to write. A good drabble is short and poignant. I
hope mine is. . . *grumbles* Stupid 100 words. Took forever to write 'cause
I kept having too many, then not enough. . . Ah well. It was fun.
~*~*~
I wrap my arm tighter around you as you drift off to sleep. I close the book on my lap and pull the blanket back over your curled frame. Your head falls to my shoulder and brings a smile to my lips. I nuzzle my nose into your hair and pray you don't wake up to find me like this. I take a deep breath of your scent.
Sunshine, pipesmoke, soil.
I smile and take another breath.
The stew you made for dinner, the flowers you planted as the sun set.
I stop. That scent is. . .
Rosie?
I turn away.
~*~*~
I wrap my arm tighter around you as you drift off to sleep. I close the book on my lap and pull the blanket back over your curled frame. Your head falls to my shoulder and brings a smile to my lips. I nuzzle my nose into your hair and pray you don't wake up to find me like this. I take a deep breath of your scent.
Sunshine, pipesmoke, soil.
I smile and take another breath.
The stew you made for dinner, the flowers you planted as the sun set.
I stop. That scent is. . .
Rosie?
I turn away.
