Coming home to empty bed ex1


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Ok I have not figured anything out as to what I want to write but I did decide to start doing some exercises from one of my writing books that I got. I am starting with the first one even though I don’t have to I just figure I might as well.  Basically I get an image and a prompt though for this one I’m just writing what I see.

The image is of a bed two pillows close up and a sheet as if someone just got out of it. What follows is a short image that was in my mind when I saw the image. (p.s. what follows is not reviewed or edited in anyway, also it was written on my phone)

As I walk into the room my attention is drowned instantly to the bed the flowing white sheets, with the ever so slight indentation of a small body and a larger one right next to it. My mind begins to wonder as I walk into the room and the sweet armor of perfume and flowers slowly fills my airways.
I had been gone that night for the second time this week, I had been so busy at work that I never even left the workshop till an hour ago. But she must understand right? I am doing all this for her after all, but still it must be lonely with out anyone to talk to but she… My thoughts were interrupted by a voice “is that you sweet heat, I missed you last night.” I turn to answer and her tiny hands grab my leg “da da” I look down and pick her up as my wife walks into the room, “it looks like she missed you to.” She says with a smile, “did you get everything you needed done, I hope you aren’t over working yourself because of us, you know we are happy the way we are now.”
With a big smile my little girl looks up at me, even though she can’t speak I understand that she wants her dad to be home more. “Don’t worry the projects almost done just a few more days and it will be complete.


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