“Claire!” he called in a low voice. I couldn’t see him yet, but I could sense the joy in his being. I smiled.
I pushed aside the curtains with much effort. Why was I so nervous? Its just him.
There he lay, the cause of all my misery these few weeks, the joy and love of my life. He stretched out his hand and I took it. I was surprised as he pulled me roughly towards him and hugged me. I hoped he couldn’t feel the thud of my heart. I didn’t know how much more it could take, but for the first time since he dropped me at my apartment, I felt safe. Safe from the world. Safe from all scrutiny. In my bubble of love, there snuggled in bed with his arms around me, not a care in the world for the moment I smiled with all the happiness I felt.
“How have you been?” he asked softly. His voice, barely audible, yet comforting.
I pulled my head back to look at his face. His eyes bored into mine with intensity. There was no words to describe everything I was feeling. It was too complicated to tell him now. I sighed, and smiled.
“Now, I’m better.”
– In my dreams