It was seven-forty-five in the morning, when Stacey arriver home from the hospital.  She was tired, perhaps exhausted.  All she wanted to do was crawl into bed with her Wife.  While entering the silence of her house, she hated leaving during the middlle of the night, although it was not the first time shed been called in for emergency brain surgery.

They was a slight overcast this morning, but now it seemed to be extremely peaceful and comforting.  Stacey tossed her keys onto the table in the hallway then shrugged wearily out of her coat, she threw it on the couch.  Removing her shoes with a sense of relief that she could finally walk barefoot on cool hardwood floors.

Heading toward the master bedroom, Stacey began to untuck her shirt. She yawned while unbuttoning it.  The feel of air hitting her newly exposed skin felt nice. Leaning against the frame of the door to her bedroom, she looked inside to the empty bed. “Baby?” she called, half-expecting her wife to materialize from the bathroom bringing with her arrival the scent of fresh bathing oils.

The white down comforter looked very inviting, but she had to admit that she had been hoping to find a warm body waiting to greet her. The loving embrace, she had day-dreamed of welcoming her home caused a smile to touch her face. She pushed off the door entering her bedroom. Her blue eyes noted that the bed had been neatly made and the room had been straightened before her wife had left it. She undressed, thoughtlessly. Stacey knew exactly where her wife was.

A pair of faded jeans with holes was pulled on easily over her smooth tanned legs.  Stacey took down her blonde hair, running her fingers through it, happy that she could relax a bit. She retrieved a loose cream-colored sweater from her dresser, slipping into it. The soft fabric felt nice against her skin. She then lazily put on her socks and shoes.

Stacey opened a wooden hope chest at the end of their bed. She removed a fleece blanket from inside the cedar chest. The deep blue could have easily passed for black, she thought dreamily. She tucked it under her arm then left for the back porch.