'The Dream' changes all the time.
Tonight, on this cold night,
I wish for a cheery 'Welcome home'
a nice, warm-to-the-heart-cockles hug
when I walk through the door.
Then bury my face
in a chestful of clean fresh linen embrace.
A smooth of hair
A chestrumble of sweet nothings
A disentanglement of a shoulderful of burdens
An offer to float me to bed.

Then softly
quietly
almost minutely
3 words
then,
'a little more than yesterday, a little less than tomorrow'