Golden hour glow and favorite oversized sweater – doesn’t get much better than this! Spent the afternoon lost in a book (and maybe a little bit of daydreaming) - feeling cozy and content here in our s...

“There.” That’s what he said, didn’t there? “Just need to loosen up.” As if it were so simple, these days. Like tightening a too-tight ribbon after years spent fighting against it. This dress, anyway. A pale green velvet, not terribly demanding, really. Not unlike his mother, perhaps. It hasn’t felt quite right since... well, since then. The wedding, mostly. Or maybe it was the arguments over the rose garden. Doesn’t matter much anymore, does it? The important thing is, it’s ours, isn't it? This stillness.

This room feels quiet tonight, doesn’t it? Too quiet. Lessens the chance of him noticing the dust motes dancing in the candlelight, less likely he’ll ask about them. He’s been asking about them a lot lately, those little things, hadn’t he? Asking about the life we didn’t have. Which is funny, because sometimes, when the music’s low enough, when the children aren’–well, don't think about the children –sometimes it feels like we did.

Here goes. Let’s take a risk then. "So," we say, tilting head ever so slightly. See the flicker in your eyes? Maybe. You always did see us clearly, even when we weren’t sure ourselves what we were seeing. Remember the way the light caught your hair that summer? Almost forgotten that, has it?

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Since we asked you to sit down. Just a little closer. Turn slowly. Watch the light catch the fringe on the silk. Nothing scary. Relax. We haven’t expected you in ages."

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