Sunlight streams in through the windows, clear and fresh on the white sheets of my bed. Prim bounds into the room, followed by Rue, who lays a plate of pancakes beside me, smiling shyly.
'Daddy, daddy, Mags made pancakes.' She beams at me and I wrap her in my arms and kiss the top of her head.
I sit up and look out into the misty morning sunlight. Madge is there, Finnick fiddling with her hair as she leans back, the picture of bliss. Cinna sketches idly, his fingers graceful on the page. The meadow is a soft green, the sky is a perfect mix of clouds and sun and mockingjays sing in Prim's voice, calling to me.
The meadow goes on forever.
For the first time in a long time, Katniss Everdeen wakes up smiling.