FireFly – By S. Scott
His side of the bed had been empty for weeks but that night I slept deeply. Wrapped safely in the heat of his body, I dreamt the dreams of home, of family and balance restored. Awoken softly by his breath on my cheek, or a chance moment of mutual cognizance I heard him murmur “look up, Sweetheart”. A lingering dot of floating light appeared in the darkness above us, gracefully dancing, vanishing, reappearing. “I brought you a firefly”.