No Shelter

In her mind's eye she could see that time.
The wildflowers he'd picked from his mother's garden.
The cold winter's day they stayed inside and tried to eat as much oatmeal as they could fit into the extra large mixing bowl.
The time they sat around the computer with architectural software and planned their dreamhouse.
The evening on the deck looking at the moon when she had gotten a handful of splinters.
The afternoon at the ice cream stand, she in her white gown and he in his suit. Everyone treated them like they were movie stars.

He was her reward at the end of the day. He would massage away her frustrations with his presence. There had been 1 dorm room, 3 apartments, and 3 houses but only one home, one shelter.