Saturday mornings were supposed to be quiet. Peaceful. But somehow my brain didn't get the memo.
I woke first, blinking against the thin slice of sunlight cutting across the curtains, and the first thing I saw was her.
Celestia.
Fast asleep, curled toward me like she belonged there, hair scattered everywhere in a mess of dark brown silk against my pillow.
I should've gone back to sleep. Or at least shut my eyes for another hour and pretended I was normal, but no. Instead, I just… stared.
Because the truth was, she looked too peaceful. So peaceful it almost scared me. Like one wrong move would shatter it.
And a dumb thought snuck in — one I couldn't stop once it started.
If I could freeze time like this, I would. If she could stay this still, this safe, this… her—forever—I'd take it.
Except, if she never woke up, that'd mean she was… yeah. Dead.
Not ideal.
So, okay, maybe not forever. Just… a little longer.
