We begin our day together. Sometimes I can slip from Husband's arms without waking him, but more often I simply stay there enjoying the warmth. He does not wake as easily as I do. I know when he wakes because his breathing changes. I do not know if that happens because he finds his nose in my hair, but that is on him for placing it there to begin with.

Our days were not so consistent in Eorzea, because we did not require sleep every day. It was something we did between things, when we wanted time for each other and nothing else. Otherwise we could go days doing whatever we needed to do, whether struggling through conflict or gathering or following Hildebrandt Manderville around.

Here, though, in Earth, we start each day fresh. We rise to face the day. We do not do so to see what new horror the world's evils have inflicted on the people. We face the day to clean. Or gather. Or feed pies to children. Or guard a bar. Or mow a lawn.

There are starting to be times that this is harder to get out of bed for than the horrors would be.

The world will probably not end if the lawn is not mowed. The people will probably not suffer years of torment without our pies. The nation will probably not be plunged into war if one drunk is not stopped from punching another.

Darkness will probably not conquer the light if I do not get out of bed.

So this is now my challenge: to get up and face an ordinary day. To step out into a world that may not need a Warrior of Light. To boldly go and live a life that a goddess does not require.

And perhaps to find out why.