When Arliss awakened, the room was dark. Moonlight filtered in through the miniblind slats, throwing a silvery pattern on the sheet that covered them. Beside him, Sean slept soundly, snoring a little. The sound made Arliss smile, and he snuggled closer to Sean, moving cautiously so as not to wake him. At the foot of the bed, Bergamot stretched out, his little motor on autoplay. Outside he could hear the rush of an occasional passing car, the rumble of an “L” train a block over.
All in all, it was a simple yet wonderful moment. Arliss blinked back a couple of tears, wondering where the emotion was coming from. Ah, what was there to wonder about? Arliss knew. He felt like he was home. And home was not a place, it was a feeling, one he had not experienced in a long, long time—if ever. Knowin
