HYPNOTHERAPY

The sun's rays, streaming through my window, tickle my face with its gentle heat as I roll over, the sheets crinkling beneath my weight. Stretching, my hand grazes the other side of the bed, which is cooling but still holds a lingering sense of warmth. Liam!

Shit, shit, shit, Liam!

Sitting up, the room tilting as my eyes adjust, I jump out of bed and quickly throw on a robe. Tying the sash in a knot, I head towards the lower level, searching for Liam. Taking the stairs two at a time, I notice that the house is clean. The remaining food is gone, and a note is resting on the dining table.

I snatch up the piece of paper, my eyes devouring every word, a smile forming as I read.

Love,

You looked so beautiful as you slept; I didn't have the heart to wake you. It pains me to say goodbye via a note, but I had to leave and return home. Family emergency.

Thank you for sharing your evening with me. I feel honored that I could be there for you.