The old abandoned building was perfect, done up it would be perfect. She would wake up, look about and come home. To the home we always wanted.
It was like a movie. The sun would come up every day and I’d hold my babies in my arms. At six months old their tiny laughs were amazing. At a year old they were working on walking, screeching around the house. On the wooden floor boards, I’d pull them up into my arms, giggling and squirming. They’ve met their mummy, crawling on the bed and falling asleep on their mother’s chest. Listening to her heart. It’s hard not to cry in front of them. Every day I wonder whether she’s going to ever wake up. But I still work. Buying the perfect furniture and building the fireplace. Making the nursery, thought it isn’t used much. Mainly Nina and Damien sleep in our bed. Spread out, snoring quietly. I’d look up to the stars, and wish. Wish she would wake up and come home.
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Perfect With Imperfections
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