A Collection of Imagines

Nick

Goodnight

The key goes into the door, turning frantically and pushing inside. I sigh once I entered the apartment. Home at last. I put the keys on the kitchen counter and place my bag on the chair. I stand there for a second, listening. Trying to make out his noises. Is he home yet? I hope so, I really would like to see him right about now. 

I stare up at the ceiling, silently. As I sway on the indoor hammock, can't help but feel the heaviness of my eyelids. It's late. She isn't home yet. She hasn't come home at a regular time in a while. She's really busy these days. Almost like she's never around. 

I remuaged through the fridge to find something to eat before I head into the bedroom. I give up after a couple seconds. All I really want is him.

I'm scared. She hasn't really been present, if you know what I'm saying. Like I don't feel like she's really there with me. She's thinking about "the next big thing" or whatever that means. I love her and I'm afraid. 

I open the bedroom door and my heart swells. He's laying in the large cloth hammock, arm above his head, with the light still on, fast asleep. I lean against the door, taking in the scene. I can tell that he tried to wait up for me. God, where did I find you?

I .... don't .... know .... what .... to .... do .... anymore.

I know that this has been hard on him. Being away from me. He's stuck with me through everything and I really want to show him that he's everything to me. I quietly walk over to the dresser and take off my work clothes, not taking my eyes off of his sleeping body. 

I hear the dresser down quietly open and shut. She's in the room. My eyes are too heavy. 

I put on one of his black t-shirts and call it a day. I make my way to side of the hammock. So peaceful. I lift my legs into the hammock as I try to get in without waking him. 

I feel the hammock dip and her body is placed on top of mine. She shifts to get comfortable. I feel her breath on my neck while she wraps her limbs around me. I can't open my eyes, but I know that she's staring at me. 

His arms engulf me and hide my face into his neck. I can't express how I much I love this man. "Goodnight, my love."

I make myself speak, whether I can or not. "Goodnight." I feel my lips hit the top of her head. And in that moment, as we're falling asleep together, I knew everything will be okay.