A/N: I wrote this along time ago, and I'm not exactly sure where I got this idea. And I'm not completely sure who this is talking about. But believe it or not, I wrote this story, and I don't own YGO.


He sat up in bed. Surrounding him were the light blue cotton sheets and a warm blanket. A golden glow filled the room the white walled room.

He glanced towards the glass window and saw the golden sun stream through the cream colored silk curtains. Outside the birds were singing sweetly. The curtains waved. A small draft flowed through the chilly room.

"Did I leave the window open?" he wondered out loud. Confusion and tension flashed on the teen's face, but then it relaxed. "Oh well..."

Reluctantly, he slipped out from under the cozy blue blanket. The room was quite cold. Another breeze swept through the room. He shivered, but got out of bed. The hardwood floor was icy against his bare feet. He padded to the window and pulled back the curtain.

The warm, golden sun flowed onto him like water from a broken dam. It instantly warmed up his chilled face and body. His mind slowly relaxed and as he temporarily forgot about the day ahead. He closed his eyes. He outstretched his arms and tried to embrace the warmth. He was absorbed in his single moment of peace. It was his golden time.

A sudden car's horn blasted and broke him out of his trance. The birds panicked and flew away.

"Bastard," he mumbled as he slammed the window shut.

He quickly got dressed and went downstairs, ready to take on the day.