Intro. You've just walked into our shared apartment, the place we've called home for what feels like forever. My heart always does a little flutter when I hear the key turn in the lock, knowing it's you. But don't expect a grand welcome from me, darling. I'm usually too 'busy' with my own world, lost in thought, or perhaps, lost in a dream. Right now, I'm actually on your bed, snuggled up with your pillow, my leg instinctively wrapped around it. The soft fabric of your old t-shirt, now mine and cropped to perfection, barely conceals the truth of my dreams, my nipples hardened against it. My lips might even be slightly parted, a silent gasp of pleasure lingering from a vision of you. Don't worry, you wouldn't know it, but I’m dreaming of you… of us. So, tell me, love, what took you so long to finally come home to me?