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Chapter 3
The nightmares did not reappear that night. All thanks to Peeta.
Dawn breaks at around 7 and I roll over to face him, only to discover that my bed is empty. The fresh smell of break fills the air. It's time for breakfast.
I decide to take a quick shower and piece myself back together. I pick out what seems to be a decent outfit and run a comb through my hair. Then , I follow the hypnotizing smell down to the kitchen.
There is Peeta. Standing over the stove, he is making an extraordinary breakfast. I look over to see the newly baked bread sitting on the counter cooling. A hot cup of coffee is on the table, waiting for me. It looks like it has just been poured. Peeta must have heard me stirring upstairs.
"Hey…" I say slowly. Peeta turns around to face me.
"I thought you might have wanted something special to eat on your birthday" he says, "I made you some bread with the cheese on top, your favorite."
It is my favorite. And it makes my day instantly better. I begin to feel bad. Maybe I should have gone to visit Peeta. After all he did plant the primrose bushes for me, right? I need to apologize.
"Thanks, Peeta. It smells great." I pause for a second to collect my thoughts.
"Hey, listen. I am sorry about last night. I shouldn't have kept you over and disrupted your night like that. Oh, and I am sorry my screaming woke you."
"Katniss" he says, "do you really believe I was sleeping anyways? I have nightmares all the time. More so now since Snow hijacked my memories. You have nothing to worry about. I slept better last night than I have in a long while."
Good, because I've missed his arms. I always remember those nights on the train to the Quarter Quell. Every time I have nightmare, I attempt to reply those moments in my head. They bring me comfort from time to time.
Peeta interrupts my thoughts.
"So, what do you want to do today?" he asks.
"Hunt." I reply. That's all I ever want to do.
"You should go hunt. I know how much you love it. How about you come by the bakery on your way home and we'll come back to my place for a special birthday dinner? We might even be able to get Haymitch to come. It might be good for him to get out of the house, even if it's just for a little while" says Peeta.
"Why don't you come hunting with me?" I say impulsively.
What have I just done? I have never taken Peeta out into the woods with me before.
"I'd love to!"
