I woke up Sunday morning with faint images of a happy dream lingering in my brain. I couldn’t remember exactly what it was about, but I knew it had involved flying motorcycles. And being at peace.
“Good morning, love,” Finn said.
“Good morning!” I responded, grinning and stretching out my arms to hug him.
“You ready for work today?”
“I guess so. Gotta love the Sunday to Thursday schedule,” I said.