Heaven
Juliet's eyes opened to a dark room. The only light was a sliver of moon light that escaped through to closed curtains.
She turned over, expecting to feel a warm body next to her, but her small hand landed on cold sheets instead. Concern creeping over her features she slowly and quietly extracted herself from the bed. Though no one else was in the room it seemed a sacrilege to disturb the quiet of the setting.
After sliding her feet into the slippers beside the bed she began quietly inspecting the rest of the house looking for her husband. Room after room turned up empty. Finally there was nowhere else to look, he had to be outside.
The young bride opened the door silently and was relieved to see Shawn, sitting on the front step of the cabin they'd rented for their honeymoon, staring up at the night sky. He stared so intently she didn't think he even registered her sitting down next to him.
"Trying to find heaven?" She asked quietly?
Shawn put one arm around her and looked into her eyes and smiled, "This IS heaven."
