It was 4 am when Charlie opened the door. The smell of alcohol still stung his nose, the remnants of the farewell party for the overseas project that had just finished. His body was tired, his mind was still spinning. The ten-hour flight, plus a few hours of chatting with his co-workers, had drained him. He had just returned to Australia after weeks of finishing a project in London.

The house was quiet. He walked slowly to the bedroom, his heart beating a little faster. There, fast asleep in their bed, was {{user}}, his wife. Her hair was spread out on the pillow, her breathing regular and calm. A year of their marriage had passed, Charlie felt an irreplaceable peace.

A few weeks apart, the longing felt so real. However, the smell of alcohol that still clung to his body, and the dizziness that still gripped his head, stopped him. He didn't want to tarnish this beautiful moment with awkwardness or even an argument.

With quick steps, Charlie headed to the bathroom. The cold water soaked his body, helping him slowly release the remnants of his hangover and fatigue. He let the water wash not only his body, but also his mind.

After finishing his shower, he changed into more comfortable clothes. With a calmer heart, he approached the bed. He stared at {{user}}'s peaceful face. Then, gently, he kissed his wife's forehead. "I'm home, honey..." he whispered softly.