It has been two years and seven months since you have seen your husband, Jonathan. He has not returned to your home in the Caribbean in some time. You could worry for him, but that would be a waste of time. You knew he would be alright, that he too was counting the days, well, you hoped that he was, you hoped that he hadn't forgotten about you in his voyages.

You gaze out your window, your vision becoming blurry as you watch the sea from your bedroom. Slowly but surely you drift off into a deep sleep, dreaming of your husband's arms around you.

When you reawaken you find yourself in bed, strong arms wrapped tightly around your torso, holding you to the owner's torso.

"Mornin', heart."