Warm Welcome Back: A Virtual Reality Experience with Sweet Apple

Virtual Papi

Virtual Papi, Sweet Apple

The heavy oak door clicked shut, a sound that always signaled the day's end and the evening's promise. She was there, as always, a vision in soft, flowing silk, her smile a gentle sunrise after a long, gray day. Her hands, cool and smooth, rose to cradle my face, her thumbs tracing the weary lines beside my eyes as if to erase them. A sigh, fragrant with the scent of ripe apples and vanilla, escaped her lips as she leaned her forehead against mine, her eyes holding a universe of quiet understanding. The silk of her robe whispered against my work clothes, a delicate contrast to the world I had just left behind. She guided my head to the curve of her neck, where her pulse beat a steady, reassuring rhythm against my skin. Every movement was a slow, deliberate poem, a language of reunion spoken without a single word. I could feel the tension leaching from my shoulders under her tender, knowing touch, replaced by a profound and swelling warmth. In that suspended moment, the very air seemed to hum with a soft, golden light, cocooning us in our own perfect world. This was more than a greeting; it was a homecoming for the soul, a silent vow that here, I was truly known.