By day I'm either catching a small conversation with Leo, speaking with Penelope, or alone as I stare out upon the snow-covered grounds. By night Leo and I are together at last, locked within our room by choice.
Now, as the clock ticks and the wind is noisy outside, I roll over, an arm wrapping around the warm body of my husband. Husband. It still seems strange to say or think. It also causes a smile to spread across my face.
I've been awake since ten minutes ago.
Since I woke up from the dream.
The dream of Leo picking up a small boy from the floor, the child laughing as his father swings him around, smiling as I watch from afar.
Looking up, I prop myself up upon my elbow, looking at Leo as he sleeps beside me. His eyes shut, a soft snore coming from his lips, his head facing me as h
