As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Raven and I lay entwined in the warmth of our bed, savoring the rare luxury of a peaceful morning. After everything we had endured, this quiet moment felt almost surreal. Raven's soft breathing was a comforting reminder that we were together, safe from the chaos that had threatened to tear us apart.
"Good morning," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Raven stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "Good morning," she replied, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips. "How did you sleep?"
"Better than I have in a long time," I said, feeling the truth of the words settle deep within me. "It's good to be home."
We lingered in bed, reluctant to break the spell of tranquility. Eventually, the promise of a new day beckoned us to rise. We moved through our morning routine with a sense of purpose, each action infused with the gratitude of being alive and together.
