Wanted by Her Lost Love

She adjusted her position so that some of thetension was relieved in her back. The truth was shewas tired of sitting after being on the airplane for somany hours, but neither did she want to be on herfeet with swollen and aching ankles.Deciding to dispense with sitting at all, she turnedon her side, stuck a cushion between her legs andlet out a sigh at the bliss of being off her behind andher feet.She stared across the room out the panels ofglass that led onto the balcony and watched as a fewsnowflakes spiraled downward. The weather didn’tseem to be able to make up its mind whether itwanted to rain, sleet or snow; but, at least for now, afew fat flakes were falling.The flames from the gas fireplace gave the livingroom a warm, homey feel and as she adjusted hergaze to the fireplace, lethargy stole over her.She reached for the throw draped on the back ofthe couch and pulled it over her body, sighing thatshe finally felt comfortable after traveling for so long.Her eyelids were drooping and she didn’t fight theurge to sleep. Ryan would wake her in time fordinner.