My Heaven

Until i found you

The next morning, I wake to the soft light streaming through the window, casting a warm glow across the small room we share. For a moment, I just lay there, cocooned in the comfort of Michael's arms, his warmth a gentle reminder that life can be tender amidst the chaos of war. I take a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the aroma of coffee wafting in from the diner outside.

Slowly, I peel myself away from him, careful not to wake him, and tiptoe to the bathroom. I splash some water on my face, waking myself up more fully. As I glance in the mirror, I see dark circles under my eyes—a lingering effect from sleepless nights and countless rehearsals for the performances we put on for the troops.

As I step into the main room, I find Michael already up, sitting at his small table with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. He's looking through a newspaper, the headline screaming about the latest news from the front lines. Where did he get that coffee? The sight makes my heart skip a beat, not just from the worry about the war, but also from the way he seems so composed, even amidst uncertainty.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he says without looking up, his voice warm and teasing.

"Morning," I reply, unable to hide my smile. "You could have slept a little longer."

He finally looks up, a playful glint in his eyes. "And miss the chance to watch you stumble around this room? Never."

I laugh, grabbing a mug from the small shelf and pouring myself a cup of coffee from the thermos he must have brought up. "What time did you wake up?"

"Early enough to make sure you didn't snore in my ear," he jokes, taking a sip from his cup. "But seriously, you looked peaceful, so I didn't want to disturb you."

We share a comfortable silence, the morning light filling the room, illuminating the cozy chaos of our shared space. I can't help but feel grateful for this moment, for him. After the whirlwind of last night's performance, it's nice to have a calm morning to collect my thoughts.

"What's the plan for today?" I ask, leaning against the table as I sip my coffee.

"I thought we could explore the town a bit. It's Saturday, after all. And you could use a break from your busy schedule," he suggests, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I hesitate for a moment. "I have a few things to do. I need to write a couple of new songs, and I'm sure I'll have rehearsals later."

He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk creeping onto his face. "You can write songs anytime. Let's go out and have some fun for once. You deserve it, Ash."

I look down at my mug, biting my lip as I consider his suggestion. He's right. I do need a break.

"Okay, fine," I finally say, a grin spreading across my face. "But only if we get breakfast first."

"Deal," he says, already standing up and heading for the door. "And I know just the place."

A few minutes later, we're out in the crisp morning air of mid-April, the sun shining brightly above us. The streets of the small town are still a bit quiet, the hustle and bustle of the day slowly waking up. As we walk side by side, I can't help but steal glances at him, at the way his hair falls slightly over his forehead and the easy way he carries himself despite the weight of the world pressing down on us.

We arrive at a quaint café tucked away on a corner, its outdoor seating adorned with colorful flowers, a rare splash of color in this otherwise somber period. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafts through the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation. We find a table outside, and I feel my spirits lift as we settle in.