The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the cracks in the farmhouse shutters, casting a warm, golden glow over our makeshift home. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of dewy grass and wildflowers from the fields outside.
I stretched and yawned, feeling the comforting ache of well-earned rest. Today was a rare day off—a day to recharge, relax, and simply enjoy each other's company. Raven, always an early riser, was already up and about, humming a tune as she prepared breakfast.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she called out cheerfully as I stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
"Morning," I replied, grinning as I saw the spread she had laid out—fresh bread, eggs, bacon, and an assortment of fruits. "You went all out."
