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A stream of morning sunlight shone it’s way through the unlatched louver window, illuminating anything its rays touched, conducting a new sense of liveliness to the otherwise undisturbed atmosphere.
The light extended its besiege deep into the bleak room it entered, embellishing all in its path until it secured its purpose.
The glittering stream ascended its beams towards the two figures hidden under the woollen blanket, caressing its warm touches on the visible skin which lay unprotected, painting a soft golden hue on its canvas.
The warmth which the inviting presence induced promoted one of the sleeping figures to stir into wakefulness, humming blissfully in response towards the welcoming visitant.
The figure extended their limbs out, elongating their body as they stretched their tired muscles, mimicking the movement as that of a cat’s, purring in response to the feeling of the tightness in their joints melting away like a stream of water, flowing soothingly without tremor towards its untold destination.
The figure blinked a few times, fluttering their eyelids like the wings of a monarch butterfly, saying a temporary farewell to any lingering traces of sleep that had clung onto them, reminding the character of the memories of cold winters, which adhered onto its white, crystalline snow before departing and giving way to the flower buds of spring.
The figure sunk his head back down into the fluffy pillow, turning their attention towards their sleeping companion, eyes inhibiting a soft expression as they watched their other half slumber soundlessly, unaffected by the harmonious feel of the sunlight embracing their skin.
The figure leaned forwards, and brushed their smooth lips against the tip of their beloved’s cute, button nose, unable to confine their affections any longer.
The other figure stirred before promptly opening their eyes, smiling at the closeness of their soulmate.
“Good morning,” they wished each other, smiling humorously from the growing intensity of the sparkling sun rays, allowing them both to see each other in shades of gold.
“Gaston, I think the sun is trying to blind us.” Lefou announced, voice quiet from the traces of sleep still lingering on his lips.
“If so, then seeing you downed in gold and caressed by warmth would be the the last thing I’d wish to see.” Gaston whispered, leaning forwards to press their lips together.
The sunlight blushed, enveloping the lovers in a comforting, peaceful rosy lustre.