Star Wars: The pilot and the storm trooper

Perfect

So it turns out that when it snows a lot and you are stuck in your house, you can get a lot of writing done! Thank you so much for all the kind comments and for everything. Enjoy!
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Finn woke up early in the morning from a night terror, he was drenched in sweat, and sat up in a bolt. He looked around the room and there was an absence of Poe, which was ironic because he was the subject of Finns dream.  In the dream, Poe was flying an X wing on a foreign planet. Suddenly, it got all shaky, details Finn purposefully tried to forget about the dream came flooding back. Long story short, Poe didn't make it.
He felt the ground vibrate, and realized it was the pilots taking off. He didn't know what aircraft they were flying, but they must have been big. Finn felt defeated for some reason, he thought he could get Finn to stay, but deep down he knew he couldn't. The room was dark and unsettling. A little bit of sun showed through the dark curtains, but not enough to illuminate the room. As Finn scanned the area something caught his eye. On the chair next to the bed laid a bundle with a card on top. He stretched across the bed scooping up the two. He unraveled the bundle, and caught soft, weathered fabric between his fingers. Finn turned on the light and a jacket. More specifically the jacket. The one Poe had given him, and had been with Finn for the better part of his and Rey's adventure. Below the shoulder, where the light saber had cut, was a stitch.  Finn ran his fingers over it, and it felt rough compared to how it originally was.  He flipped it over to reveal a light saber made out of strips of fabric, it was small, but perfect.  Finn smiled, so Poe does know how to sew, he thought, laughing to himself.
Next he picked up the card.  A little note was inscribed on it.  It read the following:

Sorry I couldn't be here when you wake up, duty calls. I hope you like the gift, sorry it took so long. I wanted to make sure it was perfect. I'll miss you, but I'll see you in two weeks.
Sincerely,
Poe
Short but sweet. Finn smiled, and put on the jacket. He liked the way it fit, almost like a hug. Finn felt more determined now, more than ever. He vowed he would be on the flight deck when Poe returned. Not sitting, but standing to greet his friend properly. He felt the whole thing would perfect. Finn looked at the letter one more time, than set it down on the bed. He swung his feet out of the bed, setting them on the ground. Training was about to begin.