Harry is here! I just nodded off when a noise woke me up with a startle. I squinted in the morning twilight, and I saw him sitting on a chair, his head rested on his hand, watching me intently.
'You are here' I say sleepily hugging my pillow not able to contain a smile stretching on my lips. I knew that coming to the point I wouldn't have the strength to pretend anger. I'm so happy he managed to come. Shame he missed the wedding, but this surely means our holiday is steady on.
He only smiles as an answer and takes a gulp from a bottle on the table.
'Does it mean you caught the guy? You have been quick' I say pushing back my hair and rubbing my eyes. Thankfully I wore a nice nightie.
Again, he doesn't say anything not taking his eyes off me.
It mustn't have been an easy capture; usually silence is always connected to something nasty. Well, he is here now. Safe and sound and I know how to bring back his speech.
'You must be exhausted. Come here' I invite him patting the bed on my side, resting my head on the pillow.
He doesn't' wait to be asked twice. Ambling over he undresses, and I thank heaven to have given me a husband that after twenty years of marriage I can still look at with desire and, judging by what I see, the sentiment is totally reciprocal.
I don't think he is getting to bed to sleep. Not yet at least.