The Sun, that beautiful ball of light. The wonders it did, rising every morning, and falling every night. Lighting the world, just like someone she knew.
No, she didn't just, know her, she loved her. The beautiful smile on her face every morning when she would come through the door. That face, it filled her sketchbooks, vivid. She had memorized the brunette's face.
Those shining hazel eyes, full of hope and love. Hands that fit perfectly with her's, hands soft to the touch, and gentle. Her touch was always gentle, when she would turn would turn her head up towards her own. Those brown locks of hair, smooth and smelled of honey and vanilla.
Her name, Riley, a pretty name for a pretty girl. When she would climb up the fire escape, Riley would always greet her with, "hi Peaches." On cold nights she would sneak into Riley's apartment, an cuddle with the brunette. On rainy days they would build pillow forts and cover the floor with soft blankets and the hundreds of stuffed animals Riley owned.
When there were thunderstorms, those were fun. Riley would hide under the blankets and tunnel around to try and hide from the lightning. Then, she would say, "I wonder where Riley is." Then, jump on top of the lump under the blankets that resembled the brunette.
Honestly, she couldn't imagine Riley being anymore stunning than she was in the purple shimmery dress she wore to her date on a subway. However, she did get even more stunning.
It was at 5:30, that Riley Matthews, turned gold. Those soft, brown curls were surrounded by gold light. At that time, Riley was either dancing around her room to music, or taking a small nap.
At 5:30 when Riley would take a nap, Maya would sneak in and sit in the bay window. Sketchbook and pencil in hand, yet she could never seem to be able to get the halo, that seemed to be above Riley's head when her hair was on her pillow as she slept. Soft snoring would fill the room as warm sunlight would hit Maya's back.
At 5:30, when Riley would dance. Maya would come through the window. Every single time, as if it was an instinct, Riley would spin around and hold out her hand to Maya. She would always comply, and dance around the room with the brunette.
Sometimes Riley would play slow music, and pull Maya close, waltzing around the room. Maya during those moments could smell her perfume, it enveloped her. Sometimes Riley would play her loud, spastic music, she would grab Maya's hands and jump around the room.
The light would hit Riley at the right angle as they would dance in either situation. Maya loved her, she loved everything about her, most of all, she loved that at 5:30, Riley Matthews, turned gold.