It was a quiet day and he lay in bed relieved and amused at how the things in his life had slowly come into place.

He smiled a sad smile as he remembered how there was still a part of that quaint picture of his life in his head that had to be filled —

— A part he had so carefully and effortfully blurred out in the past years but had now emerged untouched, immaculately void, and replete with longing.

It was a quiet day outside, but inside him it had began to rain.

He lay in bed, closed his eyes, and stared at the picture of her soft face that he kept in his mind.

He wondered if a time would ever come when he would lay in bed relieved and amused at how the things in his life had slowly come into place,

And he would also be lovingly staring at her soft and warm face quietly sleeping beside him.