Coming Home to Night by Katheryn
I came home late, the door creaking slightly as I shut it. My normally loud thud of footsteps were light and soundless. I took off the long overcoat we were required to wear and gently hanged it on the hook by the door, next I placed the old briefcase underneath the coat, slipping my shoes off effortlessly. I slowly climbed up the stairs, skipping the steps I knew were faulty. I stopped on the landing, a note resting on the little decorative table below the small window.
Dear,
Lasagna is in the fridge.
-Love
I am hungry after reading that note. I slowly turn around and make my way to the kitchen. Just like the note said, my wife's wonderful cooking is in the fridge. I gently pull a fork out of the drawer and slowly devour it. After eating the mid-night dinner, I slowly make my way up the stairs again. I notice how the late night moon beams flow through the window, bringing a blue tinted richness to the little decorative type landing the note was left on. Finally, after what seems like an internal fight, I make it to the second floor.
Checking in on my five-year old son, I watch his chest slowly fall and rise as he is in a deep slumber. Gently, but surely, the door to his room is shut soundlessly by me.
I stroll past the other empty bedrooms, stopping at the nursery; my two-year old son is sleeping quietly, the monitor next to his crib glowing in the dark. Eventually, after a long tiring day of cases and meetings, I make it to my room where my wife sleeps soundlessly, the covers partially kicked off of her, the blanket by her waist. Even though it is dark, I can see her beautiful hair shimmering in slight drops of moon light that sprinkle the room. I pondered on showering, but then I decided to wait until morning. My night clothes lay by my pillow, I love her, she knows what to do, my love.
I gently pull off the trousers and pull on my plaid-checked night pants. Then I quietly unbutton the nice shirt that my mother-in-law had betrothed me at Christmas, pulling the gray t-shirt on. Before climbing in bed, I pad quietly over to my wife's side of the bed and pull the blanket gently over her shoulders; she accepts it greatly in her sleep. I pad back to my side of the bed, looking at the digital alarm clock; 12:45am it read. Leniently, I glissade under the coverings of the bed. My wife gently stirs in her slumber, only to prevail and lay back the way she was. I take off the old pair of glasses that rest on the bridge of my nose every day and place them by the digital clock. I edge my way towards my love, taking an arm around her, gently pulling her close to me. I hear her take an inhale of relief as I kiss her neck.
Good night, Love. I whisper gently into her ear.
She sighs, unconsciously as to what she is sighing at.
I hold her, gently shutting my eyes. I am home. I always love coming home to night...
This can be a fanfiction, but I really don't want it to be... but I'm going to publish it just to hear your opinions on it!
Sincerely,
.lily-Harry
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