Dawn
Sunlight poured in through the open balcony doors while a gentle morning breeze danced with the sheer white curtains as it passed through, causing the soft material to flutter towards the standing white, block-heeled sandal that had been carelessly dropped to the floor the night before. Beside the upright shoe, its counterpart laying on its side not too far away, a disarrayed trail of lavish clothing led to the Victorian canopy bed, marking the center line of the room. There was a slight rustling beneath the white, cloudlike comforters on the bed, and then…after a few quiet moments…the sleeping beauty who dozed on her left side rolled away from the edge of the bed and over towards the middle where a pair of dark eyes intensely watched her.
With irises that held an ongoing storm, the right orb forever being struck by lightning curtesy to a jagged scar, he stared at the lovely, fair girl fast asleep before him, wholly captivated by her every movement, not missing the slight movement her starlight white hair did as a few glistening strands fell over her bare shoulder and her bangs shifted faintly against her forehead. Her hands were now resting atop her pillow, a mere few inches away from her face, and consequently to his close proximity to her, one of them was now barely touching his chest, easily breaking through the strong barriers of his muscular body, capturing all of his senses to that one miniscule connection between their skin. When gravity managed to pull a few more strands of her soft, long hair, causing it to fall over her shoulder and across her face, he set his jaw with the slightest display of a frown and moved his large, calloused hand out to brush them away. Once he secured those few escaped strands behind her ear, his hand lingered there, for what others who didn't know him familiarly well could never realize, was abnormally far too long for him to allow gentle physical touch with another human being—even if it was for just a millisecond—before he silently sighed and heaved up out of bed.
After he had showered and groomed himself, he walked out of the bathroom while adjusting his black tie and paused to take a surveillance of his new, yet all too familiar surroundings of the large bedroom that was slowly becoming swallowed up in the morning light. Once his eyes rested on the sleeping girl, whose revealed bare skin seemed to glimmer under the white light, he found his will to move and went to close the sheer curtains of the balcony, all for the sake of shielding what couldn't be kept hidden well alone in daylight, leaving its glass double doors open. He knew she liked the scent and atmosphere the morning breeze brought during this time of year. Checking his watch as he rearranged the white heels nearby, having accidentally kicked one, and placed them somewhere out of the way, he then left for work, leaving only the ghost of his heavy presence through the fresh aroma that filled the room from his shower and light amount of pomade used in his golden hair.
Just before he had departed the cool room, however, he naturally walked over to where the sleeping starlight-haired girl still lay and pressed his lips gently against her temple.
And so, the day had thus officially begun.