Morning Light
Josh Lyman, Tomorrow, 100 words.
(Author's note: Something to cleanse the palate from all the angst lately.)
He wasn't able to sleep at all that night. He was too excited.
Thirteen months had led up to this day.
Hell, nine years had led up to this day.
A good man would become president today on the Capitol steps, replacing another good man. The hard work of the last two terms wouldn't be wasted. And Josh would be there, helping it happen.
His best friend was back, helping him guide the future.
His soulmate was back, smiling at him in the morning light, making her own future with him.
Tonight they would dance. Nine balls.
He couldn't wait.