She was nervous as she heard the approaching footsteps. She was awaiting his return, but afraid that it was someone else. Her nervous eyes sought him. And when she saw him her eye lashes battered and she laughed. Nervous laughter. She was happy and relieved that it was him, that he had returned, that he hadn’t given her away to someone else, that it would be his warmth that she would feel tonight. She had been afraid. He hadn’t come for days and many times she wondered if she had lost him forever. But there he was.
His heart jumped when he saw her. He felt special. The knowledge that she wanted him more than anyone else lit up his face. He had gone away and had seen many like her but then she was special, there was no competition. She was the one. The only one. He was tired; twelve hours on the road don’t do good things to your body. He cosied up and smelt her smell, drank it in, it was familiar, God he missed it, it reminded him of all the good times they had had together. It gave him a high. She was cold and soft… satin. He hugged her tight, like he never meant to let go again, and she hugged back, like she understood what he was saying. He nuzzled her, tickling, she laughed and twitched but let him do it. He knew that she liked it. He cuddled her and closed his eyes as she slowly massaged him to sleep, warmth slowly spreading through his body. Winds howled outside and the big bad world awaited him come morning, but as he slowly lost consciousness he thought….
…There is no place like your own bed.