He’s Gone

The older she got, the more Seras learned to appreciate mornings.

That was probably because she could feel them.

The entire world was still dozing. Sluggish like a car that needed a moment to warm up in the winter.

In her younger days, Seras thrived on getting up ahead of the noise. She was different from Lillian who woke up naturally.

Seras forced herself to wake up so that she could start training.

She wanted to take advantage of the world's sluggishness. Be up and roaring before everyone else had so much as yawned.

But maybe marriage had done it's job in mellowing Seras out.

After thirteen kids and thousands of lifetimes of being married, she had learned to appreciate the little things.

Like the soft, marvelous glow of the dim light peeking in from the curtains- coming to rest across the heavenly bodies of her loved ones.