20. WHAT COULD BE

It was security I never realized I craved.

The curve of my fingers on his shirt.

His warmth sifted through the hospital sweats I had been gifted.

It was his scent flowing through my nostrils and somehow I could feel it’s effect down to my toes.

I picked it apart ingredient by ingredient as if I were suddenly an expert on scents.

It was the feel of his muscles just fabrics away.

It was always romantic when a guy carried a woman in the movies and I had always scoffed because I was convinced no man would carry me.

Storm held me to him even in the car. I lay on him fighting the clouds of fatigue with exhaustion wilting me away.

It was just after midnight, the day finally gone with a new one upon us. The date would be marked in my journal because of how eventful it was.

I held on as if he was my life line.

I won’t lie, for me it was magical breathing his scent in, held like a baby by my husband.

“You want to get food?”

Food was the very reason we were in the predicament we wer