She lay on the couch, half asleep. With a yawn, she stretched her arms over her head. The soft sound drew her husband from the kitchen. He crouched over her and kissed her head.
“Hey, sleepy-head. You missed the end of the movie.”
“What time is it?” she asked through another huge yawn.
“2am,” he responded, starting to snuggle under the heavy blanket next to her.
“Before you sit down,” she murmured sleepily.
“Too late,” he said, putting his chin on her waist.
“Can you play me a song, please?”
“Aw, Shan,” he said with a sigh.
“Pleeeaase?” she said, yawning again and opening her eyes halfway to look at him with her very best pitiful look. “I love it when you play that one song. The lullaby-ish one. Please, Cam.”
“Alright,” he agreed, kissing her before standing up and walking over to the old piano behind the couch.
She settled deeper into the couch as his fingers settled on the keys with a soothing familiarity. The song he'd written a long time ago – not one of his best, he always insisted – floated in the air. Broken chords and a simple, climbing melody brought back images of their dating days.
Shannon smiled at the memories and soon fell back asleep.
Inspiration: Just thinking.
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