Waking: Alone Again
A drabble of 100 words
By December21st
Elizabeth woke. A flash of lightning was followed immediately by another peal of thunder. A gust of wind howled past. The storm had finally arrived. John's arm was draped lightly over her, and he was snoring softly. Married eight years now and he still made her heart skip a beat. The mattress bowed as a silent figure inserted itself between husband and wife, soon joined by a second. The bed was crowded with both Matthew and Kit joining them, but Elizabeth smiled contentedly as John's eyes twinkled at her over their children's heads. She wouldn't have it any other way.