One Day [PRN]

Eleven

After a heartfelt and fulfilling visit with my family, I made my way back to Chanhassen. The drive was reflective, giving me time to process everything that had happened and the changes that were coming my way.

Arriving at Paisley Park, I greeted the staff with the usual warmth. It was comforting to see familiar faces, and I took a moment to chat with a few of them, catching up on the day's happenings and sharing a few laughs. The friendly atmosphere helped ease the transition from the intense family discussions to the creative world of Paisley Park.

I made my way upstairs to the private quarters, eager to see Prince and catch up with him. But when I arrived, I found the space quiet and empty. Prince wasn't home.

I felt a mix of relief and disappointment. The day had been emotionally charged, and while I was glad to return to the familiar surroundings of Paisley Park, I was also hoping to have a moment to talk with Prince.

I decided to take the opportunity to relax and settle back in. The silence of the private quarters was a stark contrast to the lively bustle of the house earlier. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts and prepare for whatever the next steps would be.

The day had been long and emotionally taxing, and by the time I settled into Prince's bed, I was utterly exhausted. The familiar, comforting space of the room was a refuge from the whirlwind of the past hours. I curled up beneath the soft covers, the exhaustion quickly overtaking me. The bed, warm and inviting, felt like a cocoon where I could finally let my guard down.

I drifted off to sleep, the gentle hum of the house around me lulling me into a deep slumber. Hours passed, and the peaceful quiet of the room continued unabated.

It was past midnight when Prince finally arrived home. He slipped quietly through the door, the soft click of the latch barely audible. His movements were careful and deliberate as he stepped into the dimly lit room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.

As he neared the bed, he saw me nestled under the covers, fast asleep. The sight of me resting so peacefully brought a moment of softness to his otherwise composed demeanor. He approached quietly, not wanting to disturb my sleep, and pulled off his shoes, the soft rustle of his movements blending with the quiet of the night.

Prince sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on me with a mixture of affection and contemplation. He took a deep breath, letting the events of the day settle as he watched me sleep. The day's discussions, the tension with my parents, and our shared moments seemed to fade into the background as he simply enjoyed this peaceful, unguarded moment.

He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch tender and careful. The warmth of his hand lingered for a moment before he stood up, careful not to wake me. With a final, soft glance, he moved to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers beside me.

The room remained quiet, save for the soft rhythm of our breathing. The comfort of the shared space and the proximity to one another felt soothing, a balm to the emotional strains of the day. As he settled in, he allowed himself to relax, finding solace in the simple presence of each other's company.

...

The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I woke up to the delicate strains of piano music, a soothing melody that drifted through the air. The sound was both familiar and comforting, and it drew me out of bed with a sense of curiosity and warmth.

Still in my pajamas, I followed the music as it wove its way through the house. The notes were graceful and fluid, the kind of music that felt like a tender embrace. I moved quietly, my footsteps muffled against the carpet, until I reached the source of the sound.