61 - A New Day

Chloe Jane

Waking up to the morning light filtering through the curtains is still a novelty I can’t quite get used to. For so long, my world was cloaked in perpetual darkness, and now, each morning is a miracle, a gift that I’m afraid to believe is truly mine.

The sight lasts for hours now, painting my world in vibrant colors and shapes, but a part of me remains cautious, reluctant to think it’s back for good.

As I sit up in bed, stretching my arms above my head, I turn to find Deacon watching me, a soft smile on his face.

“Morning,” I say, still marveling at the fact that I can see his expression, the warmth in his eyes.

“Morning, dove,” he replies, his voice laced with a tenderness that makes my heart swell. “How’s the view today?”

“Still here,” I answer with a cautious optimism, swinging my legs over the side of the bed to stand up. “I’m scared to get used to it, to be honest. What if it doesn’t last?”

Deacon stands, coming over to wrap his arms around me from behind, resting his