All the papers had been filed, the documents loaded, and the coffee machine turned off. I could finally go home.
I clicked my phone open to see if I had gotten any calls. I knew he would be waiting for me. Tucked under the sheets with open arms – it was the perfect way to end the day. I just wanted to stare at him and slowly fall asleep with my head on his chest.
The moment I got home, I yelled out his name as I changed into my pyjamas. I slid under the bed sheets and slapped my hand across the bed to grab on to him and hug tight.
My fingers swept the sheets, but couldn’t find him. I got up with a jerk. Where did he go?
I got off the bed and looked around.
Knocking on the bathroom door and making my way into the living room. I yelled out his name and went to the balcony, the kitchen, everywhere. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t lose him, there was no way.
While I sat on my sofa lost in thought, I felt him, near my hand. There he was under the sofa pillow – my stuffed build-a-bear.