The prompt was flannel
Sharon often wondered about her sanity, especially after being married for so long to someone she despised. She wondered about her feelings for Andy, about what it meant to fall in love with someone who shares so many similarities with her ex-husband. Was she seeking chaos and self-inflicted pain? Did she have some kind of destructive pattern? A nurse complexe? A maternal need so big she needed to quench it by finding not self-reliant men? First one who never was able to provide for anything, whereas it was time, attention or money and then one who she fell in love with after he got injured.
But then she saw him and all her doubts vanished. Her heart hammered in her chest, her stomach did that delicious little somersault. Oh she was in love! So very much in love and for such a long time, way before his accident, she was sure of that. And never more than when he walked barefoot, clad only in his pajamas. It was stupid, really, to be so attracted to him like that, when he was dressed in gray and blue checked flannel pants. He wore beautiful suits all day long, had stylish shirts and extremely flattering jeans. But no. How she loved him the most was in his flannel pajamas.
Comfey, homey and all hers.