Rated PG
Disclaimer: Paramount enslaves, uh, owns all things Voyager.
Summary: Drabble. Home in the Alpha Quadrant. Has nothing to do with the episode of the same name.
For seven years, he'd woken to sound; the computer's chronometer, the jolt of a red alert, a door chime, or a comm page. Now, most days it was dawn's silent touch creeping across his pillow that beckoned him from slumber. Sunlight was welcome to enter and fill his house with her warmth through windows unencumbered by curtains.
He smelled coffee as the mattress shifted, and he spoke without opening his eyes. "What time do we need to meet your family?"
"Noon."
"Good. Let's sleep some more," he murmured into her bright auburn hair.
"Hmm - you, coffee, and sleep. Pure bliss."
The End
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