Days when the sunshine was relentless were Morgan's favorite. When there were no battles to fight, and none to plan.
Him and Nah would lay in the green grass among the weeds watching the sun makes it's round, the clouds advance the sky, listen to unknown birds, and feel the breeze try it's best to move them. Morgan admired it's resilience.
He appreciated these days of peace, when he could, ironically enough, forget about his lost memories. He could make new ones, think of the possibilities of his future. He liked the possibilities he had with Nah.
Morgan would turn to give chaste kisses on her cheek, and they'd both giggle and smile because they knew they had a bright future. Together.