Coming Home
Hovering above 1938 Sullivan, Clark noticed that all of the windows were dark – except one. As usual, Lois had left a light on for him. Although he could navigate their dark apartment by super-vision, the light was a glowing reminder that she was waiting for him.
He closed the window silently and tiptoed across the bedroom floor. Lois was already asleep, a magazine draped across her chest.
Clark peeled off his uniform, tossed it into the hamper, and slid into bed, careful not to wake her. But she turned toward him anyway, reaching out in her sleep.
And he smiled.
Author's Note: Set sometime in the future. Written for the Fanfic 100 Challenge. Prompt: Light.