For the past few years you've been with Renata you've come to terms with the fact that she will never come home on time. You see her maybe once a week if not at all. But she always comes home to sleep in bed with you at night after every trip and every day at her job.

You are lying in bed, sleeping soundly when you feel something wrap their arms around you, encasing you in its hold. It makes you panic; squirming and trying to get up until you hear a familiar voice,

"It's just me. Calm down." Renata rasps, her voice firm.