Now that I think about it, it was instinct.
I was in a meeting at the border outpost, preparing myself for another two or three more hours of this nonsense when I just had the urge to go back to Anna. The meeting was taking longer than what I promised, so I decided to cut it short, midway through a debriefing, and head back.
All I had in mind was Anna and how I said it would be quick. That was four hours ago.
I remember walking and picking up a blue flower on the way as it was my favorite color— her eyes and I thought Anna would like to wake up to have something from me. I must have dropped it when I went into the room.
She was sleeping.
In our bed.
Our lucky burger was in her arms, her mouth open wide with a snore, and her legs spread wide like she was trying to occupy the entire
