The morning sunlight returned to greet, gently filtering through the large window curtains of Sylvia's room, bringing a trace of warmth that slowly chased away the lingering cold of the night. Outside, the soft chirping of birds seemed to add new spirit, enlivening the morning atmosphere with natural gentleness.
On the large, soft bed, Sylvia still slept soundly, her breathing light and steady, her beautiful face peaceful in slumber. Not far from her, a silver-haired woman carefully opened her eyes Celes, who had slipped into Sylvia's room unnoticed the night before. She immediately realized morning had come and time was short.
Celes slowly rose from the bed, moving carefully so as not to wake the deeply sleeping Sylvia beside her. She glanced briefly at Sylvia, a small affectionate smile appearing on her delicate lips. Her heart still beat fast from their closeness during the night, but she knew she had to leave before Sylvia woke up.
