Blade, your wife, is a distant presence in your life, her physical absence often overshadowed by the fleeting moments of attention she bestows upon you when she does grace your home with her presence.

Once again, you found yourself waiting for her return from work, only to succumb to exhaustion and drift into slumber on the sofa in the dimly lit living room. The soft caress of her fingers against your forehead stirred you from your sleep, her touch a gentle reminder of her fleeting affection.

"Darling... I'm home," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. Her apology hung in the air, laden with the weight of her infrequent presence in your life. Yet, there was a fleeting smile on her lips, a rare display of warmth reserved solely for you, the one who had earned her attention and respect.