Left at Home

This is what I think about when I’m home alone.

“I have to go out tonight” he tells her as sits on the edge of the bed fastening his shoes, “but I will be thinking about you”.

She watches him sceptically. He will be having fun, with no reason to think about her. She knows however, that she will be missing him.

“Get your collar” he commands suddenly.

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