Home comming Dance

I put my key into the lock and paused. Something was not right. Sure, I was tired from the flight, but my instincts have never let me down before. I placed my ear to the door and stood still. I could hear noise coming from within my apartment. I have been gone for a few days and know that there should be no reason to hear anything coming from beyond this door. My heart beat fast as several images and thoughts ran through my head. I knew that as soon as I turned the key and entered I would be faced with someone inside, someone that did not belong, and someone unknown.
I quietly turned the key in the lock and twisted the door knob. The door opened as it always had. I slowly pushed the door open, trying to be as quiet as I could. My instincts proved correct. I entered my home and the main light was on. Someone was here, but who? I shut and locked the door just as slowly and quietly as I had opened it. Whomever it was that was here was not getting out. I prepared myself for the worse as my eyes scanned the room. Nothing. I saw Miss Pattie sleeping peacefully on the couch. “Some Watch Cat” I thought as I stepped softly awaiting to encounter my intruder. I could hear that the source of the sound that I vaguely heard through the door was the television in my bed room. I retrieved my 45 and proceeded. I knew it was loaded and had a round in the chamber. My pulse was racing and my eyes surveyed the room. There beyond the entrance which lead to my room was an unwelcome guest. I knew I had to be prepared. I knew I had only one shot.
I carefully entered the room expecting all hell to break loose. Instead I saw a body lying there covered and still in my bed. I lowered the weapon and approached. “Could it be” I thought? The figure under the covers looked familiar. The fact that it lied on the opposite side of where I slept convinced me. It was all making sense now. There was only one person that had access to me, only one person had a key. That person had to be the one sleeping in my bed.
Still stepping carefully and quietly I approached the person in stealth mode. Even before I drew the comforter back I knew. I knew who this person was. That familiar scent, that familiar feeling in my gut told me. I slowly pulled back the cover and she opened her eyes. It was “K”. My “K”. The Katie that I let go. The one that I still felt in my heart, but let leave so many weeks ago. She opened her eyes and locked them on me. Even now, lying here in my bed she was so beautiful. She smiled and said “I knew that you’d come home sooner or later”. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my fingers through her hair. “What are you doing here” I asked her. She sat upright and we kissed. How I missed her. I wondered how I could so quickly get her out of my head. But here she was and our lips danced that familiar dance we had, not so long ago. “I needed to get away, and I needed to be with you” she said. I placed the pistol upon the nightstand, undressed and made love to the woman I had let go.
It is said “If you love something, let it go, if it does not come back to you it was never yours to begin with”.