Uhura's voice was clear, and fuller than his Gran's, but just as sweet. Listening to her soft crooning in these early-morning hours brought him back to front porch swings, pitchers of sweet tea glistening with condensation, and air thick with dust and humidity.
Leonard cracked his eyelids open to steal a glance at her joyous expression and huffed a small laugh at the dance-like bobs and turns she made in time to the music as moved about their quarters and prepared for the day.
She spun around at the sound, catching him watching, and he saw her mouth break into a wide smile though she didn't stop singing.
He closed his eyes and allowed her to sweep him away once again.