My Peace (Beautifully Broken 5)

I smile and head to the window to close it, only when I get there, it’s already closed.

I’m confused for a minute, because the honeysuckle scent fills the room in a way that should happen only if the window was open.

But I’m tired, and maybe my olfactory senses are working overtime.

I pause at the door, and look back inside, and a feeling of such warmth and security and comfort comes over me that I close my eyes and just stand still, experiencing it with all of my might.

The warm feeling envelopes me, comforting me.

This is home.

I leave the door ajar, and return to bed where my husband waits.