A sleeping bag, a bowl of strawberries and a pair of socks

Three Objects Prompt Generator: Write a story in which these three objects appear and are important.

She knew she should have taken the day off, or at least called in sick. She had no idea what she was thinking. Actually, she did. It was supposed to be an easy day--just one meeting and a proposal that needed to be submitted to a client by the end of the day. No big presentations. No back-to-back meetings. No schmoozy lunches. Piece of cake. She should have known better.

As she turned the key in the lock thoughts of her horrid day came flooding back into her mind. Her asshole of a boss decided he needed a presentation for his meeting tomorrow and thought saying something at 4 p.m. gave her sufficient time to put it together. So, instead of enjoying an amazing meal with her husband at one of the finest restaurants in town, she was stuck eating a boring turkey sandwich and some stale chips in front of her computer. The only thing she wanted to do once she walked through that door was change into her comfy PJs and sink into her warm bed.

"Honey, I'm home," she shouted as soon as she crossed the threshold. Turning to throw her keys into the bowl near the door, the first thing she noticed was how quiet it was in the house. She thought for sure her husband would be on the couch watching sports highlights on ESPN.

She threw her stuff by the door, glad to be rid of everything that reminded her of work, and walked up the stairs to their room. She figured he was probably tucked into bed sleeping soundly or reading a book while he waited up for her. Nope, he wasn't there either. Before searching the rest of the house, she decided to pull on her PJs and pull her hair out of her face into a ponytail. Feeling a little more relaxed she decided to venture downstairs and see if he was working in his office.

On her way, something caught her eye outside the kitchen window. "What's he doing out there?" she whispered to herself. The minute she got to the French doors, a small smile appeared on her face. There was her husband sitting in the middle of their yard with a million candles surrounding him. As she approached him, she saw that he was actually sitting on a sleeping bag with a bowl of strawberries next to a chilled bottle of champagne. He reached for her hand and pulled her down to sit with him. She placed herself between his legs and wrapped herself in the warmth his body provided. Completely content, she shut her eyes and let the stress of the day disappear. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a strawberry in one of her husband's hands. Never one to turn away an offering of her favorite fruit, she happily took a bite of it.

It was a chilly night, so she pulled her feet into her body to shield them from the cold. At that moment, her husband's other hand produced a pair of pink fuzzy socks. She still couldn't believe how well he knew her--knew that her feet were always the first part of her body to get cold and that these socks were her favorite of the bunch. She knew she married him for a reason.

She pulled his arms around her and sank deeper into his embrace. Once her head was resting comfortably against his chest he bent his head down and whispered into ear, "Happy Anniversary, baby."