Voice... it’s like a light I can always follow

I could sense her close, the air around me shifting with her every movement, but she didn’t touch me. Not yet. There was something about the way she was, so near but not quite reaching out, that made the moment feel infinite, like a stillness I didn’t want to break.

Then, the delicate pressure of her hand gently landing on mine brought me back to the moment. My breath hitched, not from surprise, but from the sheer simplicity of it the way her touch was so full of meaning, of care, of something deeper than just skin. I closed my fingers around hers, holding on to the feeling of her hand, a lifeline in this world of darkness. My wife

"you done shower, love?"