The sound of the door creaking open awoke you. It was 6:30 in the morning, the sun had barely risen. A bag hitting the floor and footsteps followed. The door to your room opened, in walking Mike. He quietly made his way over to where you slept.

He sat down on the bed, leaning over your body and caressing your cheek gently with his warm hands. He placed a small kiss to your forehead.

"I'm home," he whispered, smiling slightly.