The morning wasn't grey but covered with soothing lavender and brilliant amber. The sun rose as usual, but the day was something special. The curtains added an orange glow to the morning light coming through the windows.
Just like every morning in the city, today was also a perfect sunrise. The light was closely followed by a chorus of birds breaking the drone of the city traffic. There were birds in wastelands, but there were never this happy.
It was everything Arnold had ever missed while living in the wastelands. Nicole was next to him, cutting fruits that constituted most of his diet at the moment.
"I wonder why you're so bad with a knife when you have such excellent swordsmanship..." Arnold sniggered while chomping down an apple slice.
