The sun was warm on Leo's face.
The sunlight was golden and thick and heavy in a way that made you want to stretch out like a lazy cat and never move again.
He was lying on soft grass, the kind that grew in the Celestial estate's private gardens.
The air smelled like blooming flowers and fresh bread from the kitchen, and somewhere in the distance, he could hear Mia's laughter mixed with the sound of running water from the fountain that his father had installed years ago as an anniversary gift.
This is nice, he thought, and the thought came easily, without any of the weight or darkness that usually accompanied his moments of peace.
He yawned and rolled onto his back, staring up at a sky so blue it almost hurt to look at. There were no clouds, no monsters, no war, no flames eating at his insides. Just endless, peaceful blue stretching from one horizon to the other.
"Leo!"
