Tucked in

She feels a gentle caress of cool fingers against her cheek.  She reluctantly opens her eyes to investigate and sees him reaching across the pillows.  He sees her open eyes and smiles at her- she'd fallen asleep while reading - book still in her hand.

"Hey baby."

Against her will, she eyes fall closed again as she gives a weak mew of complaint and exhaustion, content to let the book sleep with her on the pillow, pressing its words into her face.  Her last vision is of him still smiling at her.

She feels the fingers leave her cheek as gently as they arrived.  The book is eased out of her grip.  There's the soft sounds of padding feet as he makes his way around the bed and she hears him mark her page before placing the book into its dusty void on her night stand.  Her lamp snaps off.

He places one last kiss on her temple before crawling back under cover on the other side of the bed so as not to disturb her.  She sleeps soundly.

Lunchtime

I had a very productive lunch today. I found a new favourite gif to use at work:

I found a great quote:

I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

                  -  Douglas Adams 


And I found a cool number:

I feel like I should make a wish or something...

...or perhaps get back to work.  You know, whatever...