I knock frantically on her front door, feeling very vulnerable wearing only a baby doll and matching g-string under my coat. I wait for several seconds for her to answer.

When she doesn’t answer I think she must be asleep. There isn’t a light on in the house. I wait several seconds more. She must be asleep.

Well, the idea of surprising her at her door is a bust, but another, maybe even better idea comes to mind. Surprising her in bed.

After what happened Saturday I wanted to make sure I had a key to her place and her to mine. Another huge step in our relationship. The exchanging of keys to our respective sanctuaries. I smile as I take the key and quietly unlock the door.

As I make my way inside, I start to feel around for familiar things. Not so amazingly, because I’ve been here so many times before that it feels like my own home, I easily make my way to her bedroom door.

The light from the street lamps is shining in her bedroom window, just bright enough for me to see her clearly lying on her side with her back towards me. As slowly as I can I rest my keys on her desk, trying desperately not to wake her. Once I’m sure I haven’t disturbed her I slip off my coat, setting it on the back of the chair. I then begin to tiptoe like a teenager sneaking in after curfew. The simple act of sneaking up on her and surprising her in her sleep excites me so much that I have to take a deep breath to calm myself.

“Huh…huuhhh.” I stop in my tracks, because, oh god that was loud.

I stare at her, she hasn’t moved. My nervousness hasn’t waken her.

I continue my way to her bed, moving at the speed of a turtle. She still hasn’t moved so I gently lie myself down behind her.

Her body stiffens as she begins to wake up.

“Momma?”

My heart breaks when I hear her ask for her mother. She must be dreaming about her.

I wrap my arm around her and kiss her cheek.

“No, Dylan, it’s me, Helena.”