It's strange how you live somewhere without feeling it's your home, until some familiar sight makes you realise you have arrived and are planning to stay, forever.

The master plan

His dressing gown hangs on a hook
On the back of the bathroom door
His slippers, they lie abandoned
Fancy free on the bedroom floor

Heads rest easy on a pillow
His eyes gazing deep into mine
He smiles as he caresses me
And we share this moment divine

Tomorrow, we’ll be just the same
Snuggled up as close as we can
Having uncovered happiness
Staying here is our master plan