The television was the only light source in the room. He was lying behind her, falling asleep. She held onto his arm and wrapped it around herself like a scarf. She was the only one watching the show, enjoying the humour and his presence behind her.
She rubbed her cheek against his arm, turned her face slightly, and smelled his skin. His smell, unique to him; she loved it. She didn’t dare to move too much as she wanted him to rest and be there with her longer.
She gingerly reached out to her phone, opened the camera app and sneakily took some selfies of both of them. Smiled contentedly and chuckled to herself as she reviewed those photos that had cute filters on his sleeping face. He stirred, and she quickly placed her phone back onto the table that’s in front of the bed.
She turned her body slightly so she could smell his shirt and snuggle in closer. As she looked at his peaceful, sleeping face… she felt immense love and joy that he’s there. She kissed his lips gently, then his face, and buried her face into the crevice between his neck and chest.
When no one was around, she had gentleness and kindness. She had snuggles and cuddles. She got to have stolen moments of joy and happiness that lasted as long as he slept. Because the moment he wakes up… he’ll leave for home.
And she will go back to being alone in that dark room, watching TV by herself.
