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.

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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.