She was sleeping lightly. Not great, but good enough.

She was dreaming of him again. And she realized that it all rooted from his scent on her pillow when she woke up moments later. She’d been doing that lately; waking at wee hours in the morning. She hadn’t been able to sleep deeply ever since he left for his business trip. It wasn’t her fault that it was so hard to be separated from him for a long period of time - even if it was just three days.

To make up for his absence, she dresses her pillow with his shirt every night before going to bed. She knew that it wasn’t the same with really having him there, but it was good enough.

Then reality struck her. She looked at her bedside clock and realized that he was coming home later today. With that thought in mind, she slept peacefully.

A few hours later she woke with a start, realizing that his scent was slowly fading from her scent trail. She opened her half lidded eyes - it was then she saw him. He was taking his suit off placing it on the nightstand and trudged towards the bed - which had probably a long day of tedious work. He started putting on the shirt that was on her pillow, ready to replace the dummy.

When he looked at her, she abruptly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Then when he slowly lay on the bed, putting her head on his chest, feeling the warmth of him. A smile formed on her lips.

That night was the first of many when she got to sleep soundly.