Astrid stretched herself to a stand, wondering if she would ever again grow accustomed to a bed after spending a year sleeping on a hard, dirt-packed floor. She hadn't dared look at the bed where her wife slept soundly last night.
She'd brought a blanket with her to the room and lay down in front of the hearth relishing the fire's warmth. She had spent too many nights shivering herself to sleep from the cold and often dreamed of sleeping before a fire. Last night her dreams finally came true.
She thought of her father's words about fully returning home. She was home, and yet she wasn't and she needed to do as her father suggested. She had to reconnect with family and friends and find a way to accept her wife, though that would take time. Or was it that she wondered if she could ever fu
