Fog
Diana is content. She didn't think she could be anymore, not with everything that's happened. And yet here she is. She sighs happily and burrows deeper into her blanket, smiling when Faye curls closer in sleep.
They're sitting in the window watching the fog creep up the coast. She has a mug of tea in her hands, there's a fire burning in the hearth, and her girlfriend is sleeping contentedly on her chest. It's the most relaxed she's been in months.
She plays absently with Faye's hair. They had spent hours just talking to each other and enjoying the company. She had fought against this for months and she can't for the life of her remember why.
But for now she doesn't want to think about it. For now she's happy to just sit here and watch the fog come in, warm and safe and loved. Isn't that what everyone wants?
