He walked down into the sunken living room. He stared out at the lake and the last of the daylight. Anchored in the middle of the lake, two boats bobbed in the water from the slow waves caused by a gentle breeze. Tylowe felt like his feet were standing on solid ground for the first time in a long time. From behind, he felt an aggressive tug and hug on his back. He heard her walking his way, but didn’t turn. He felt Meeah, clamping onto his back, as if he were air to breathe for survival. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. Tylowe put his hands on her smooth calves and squeezed the beauty in his hands. He knew wherever he touched her, he could find loveliness. Her heart was on his back, and he thought he could feel her heart beating; for sure he felt her breathing on his neck. Maybe he thought he could read her mind, because he sure wanted her to know his thoughts. He wanted her to understand that the world might be breaking apart, but no matter what, he knew in his heart and mind, she was his one safe place to lay his burdens down.
