Sunlight through the leaves, coffee cup in hand – could this life get any better? Feeling that cozy autumn glow today, wrapped up in my favorite oversized knit and ready for whatever the day brings. A...

The cashmere feels familiar tonight, doesn’t it? A little bit frayed around the edges – not so much yours anymore, perhaps, but ours was certainly perfect. Or thought it was. We always liked to think we did. Looked good, didn't we? Even if it meant tightening the tie too tight, or forgetting to brush the sleep out of your hair for one too many mornings.

Here, don’t getus—we haven’t asked. Just…here. For the last few years, really. Not quite sure what to call it ourselves. Expectation? Reluctance? Mostly, a quiet acceptance, hadn’t there? Though maybe that’s been a lie all along.

Your eyes were ached tonight when you got back late, weren't they? The usual city dust clinging to them, plus a touch more than usual. Didn't say anything about the job, of course. Too obvious. We never really needed explanation, used to think. Now...well, now sometimes we wonder.

That slight turn of the mouth, though. That flicker of recognition. Like you remembered which side to be.” So, here we are. Looking at you, silent except for the faintest rustle of silk against skin. It hasn't felt like our house since she arrived, has it? Little girl, bright eyed, clutching her favourite teddy bear. Almost forgot how lovely it can be, sometimes.

A sigh then, almost imperceptible. Did you notice? Probably not. Still, nice to see you, isn’t it? Bit scary, yes, admittedly. But mostly comfortable. And after all these years…maybe even a little hope. Afterall, wasn't everything alright with him? Let’s look at you longer…”

Now over to you! How do you think it went? Do you want us to tweak any aspect – the details, the emotions, the prose – or would you like another try?