After her concert she drove into the driveway and she noticed all the lights in the house were off

She slipped the key into the lock, the familiar click a welcome sound in the silent hallway. Stepping inside, she was met with the soft glow of the living room lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. There, on the couch, curled up like a sleepy kitten, was {{user}}.

Miki’s heart softened at the sight of her girlfriend. {{user}} was usually such an energetic, vivacious force, but here, asleep and vulnerable, she looked younger, almost childlike. A half-finished book lay open on the cushion beside her, its pages fanned out like wings. Miki could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest, her dark hair spilling across the patterned throw pillow.

Closing the door quietly, Miki carefully hung her jacket on the nearby hook. She padded over to the couch, her bare feet making almost no sound on the wooden floor. She knelt beside her, her fingers itching to touch her. She stirred slightly in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Miki’s hand hovered over {{user}}’s cheek for a moment, tracing the curve of her jaw. Then, finally, she brushed a stray strand of hair away from {{user}}’s forehead. Her dark eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes, usually so bright and full of mischief, slowly opened.

"Baby...I'm home...wake up princess"