[HAMILTON]
            I write to John Laurens. I ask-no-beg him to join me in Congress. God only knows we need a man as brilliant as him. Eliza knocks before entering my office.
"Alexander. You have someone at the door for you." I glance down at the letter I'm writing to Laurens. Who would come to my door at this hour?
Eliza must have awoken from the knocking, the poor girl. I stand, and smile at my wife.
"All right, my love. You go back to bed. I'll take care of this." I press an already forgotten kiss on her cheek, watch her sleepily wander to bed, and head to the door.
                Could it be Burr? No, no. In the years that I've known him, Burr would never even be awake at this time unless we were out on the battlefield spilling British blood.
It couldn't possibly be anyone I know, I think as I reach for the knob.

It clicks, and the door opens. Who it reveals stops my breathing. My mind. And my heart begins to throb.
There.
Standing there with a smile on his face, is John Laurens. The chill outside begin to deep into the house. Before another second passes, I have my arms around him and ushering him inside. I forgot to shut the door behind us, so Laurens does it for me. I think I have tears in my eyes.
"Oh, my beloved Laurens! To see you makes me cry with joy!"
His fragile freckled face flushes a rosy red, and he waves a hand between us.
"Agh. Alexander! You know how you fret. Come on. You must show me around. I did just get back after all."

Now it's my turn to blush. I lead him to my office, but before I could say another word, I felt his lips brush the nape of my neck and that shut me up quick. He wraps his arms around my waist and we begin to sway gently. He sighs behind me, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. Like mini soldiers. His breath is warm, despite the goosebumps running all along my skin. I can feel his heartbeat against my back, and my head spins.

I don't remember where I am.

Who I am.

What I might have been doing before.

The tips of my fingers tremble and I have to clench them into fists to keep still.
"It's been too long," Laurens whispers. I can barely speak, so I croak out a little, "yeah."
He leans his head over my shoulder and looks at me. Something in his eyes. They're so beautiful. I get lost. I'm not sure of anything. I cannot speak. Cannot think. The way his eyes bore into me. It's a look of devotion. I can feel it. Deep in my gut.
He turns me around. He's about to say something, when the floorboards creak.

We separate instantly. I am Alexander Hamilton. I am married to Elizabeth Schuyler. My son is Philip Hamilton. I am in New York. My closest friend had just come to greet me after the war. His family is in a safe place. And to Eliza, I was discussing legal matters. Not being held by John Laurens. Simply, a hug, to welcome home my closest, and dearest of friends.
She walks in, and smiles. She shakes hands with John. She asks about his family. He tells her that they had they had in fact moved not a block away from us. His family. Him. In New York. I feel a buzz of joy at this and Eliza asks if Angelica was doing well. I had forgotten about that.
"Angelica's been well. I know she'd be absolutely delighted to see her sister. Besides, I think she's tired of me." Eliza smiles and laughs.
"She's not the only one." I blush and cross my arms. Laurens notices. He turns back to my wife and says he has to leave. He thanks Eliza for the hospitality and then shakes my hand-which feels like a thousand and one lightning bolts-and he's gone. We are silent for a moment, until the sound of an infant fills the house. I am left alone in the doorway,

                               Pondering.