I pulled into the drive-way and it was already after ten at night. There was a major accident on the interstate so the trip had taken longer than expected. I noticed that all the lights in the house were already out. As I got out of the car I realized my body ached everywhere and there was a deep chill to the air. I rushed up the ramp and into the warmer or what should have been warmer house. It was oddly cold inside. It was unusual for Lexi to keep the house cold but she could be caught up in her work and just grabbed a jacket. She did have a tendency to be a workaholic, losing all sense of time, even forgetting to eat at regular intervals. I turned up the heat before heading down the hall towards the bedrooms.

I stopped at Lexi’s door but I noticed there was no light coming from under her door and thought she might have turned in early. I was a little bit concerned that she had not turned up the heat before going to bed but the weather changes easily here. She keeps strange hours sometimes as well and it all depended on her clients, so I did not want to disturb her. The temperature went she went to bed might have been fine. I stopped myself from going in or knocking because what I wanted right now was a hot shower and my comfy bed.

I walked through my bedroom to the master bath and turned on the shower. I could not wait to step under the shower head and wash away the hospital smell. As I stepped under the spray of water I closed my eyes to let the water wash over me. It was then that the strange dream came back to me. The feel of his arms around my body, the sound of his voice and how it seemed to dance along my skin. I didn’t seem to notice the smell of sandalwood and patchouli too much in the dream but it came back, overriding my senses. For a moment I was lost to the memory, not angry anymore but curious. I could almost feel the heat of his body behind me again, the scent of his skin. It was then I felt eyes watching me in the shower. Moving the shower curtain I looked into the steam filled bathroom only to be greeted with moisture. Scolding myself for the silliness, I then busied myself with bathing. I tried to not think about that dream at all, tried not to think about Silvereyes anymore.

A steamy thirty minutes later I came out of my bathroom very clean and more than tired. I set my alarm for nine in the morning, turned on some music and crawled into bed. I turned out my light and pulled the covers up tight, my last thought was of not wanting to deal with the traffic in the morning.