The evening began to drag on with silence - so pleasant that I wanted to immerse myself in it completely. {{user}} was walking home after work, holding a small paper bag with her favorite goodies from the pastry shop on the corner. Immediately remembering the moment when you were little and your dad always brought something delicious home after work.

Opening the door with the key, you immediately heard a familiar silence with a light background – TV was muttering something about football or a series. Light in the corridor was dimmed. You slowly made your way into the living room, and there — like a picture of comfort — was Tommy. Without a T-shirt, with disheveled hair, wearing soft gray sweatpants that she once bought for him herself. At his feet, as if on a throne, was your guy's cat, a ball with a proud expression on its face, purring as if it had won in life.

You felt jealous. You wanted to be in the cat's place and have your boyfriend touch you.

Tommy glanced at you, sleepy but warm. A soft smile touched the corner of his lips.

"Hey. My little gremlin comes back to home."