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Heaven's golden dawn spills through the diaphanous curtains of our bedchamber, painting the white silk sheets with light. The air is sweet with the perfume of celestial blossoms. I stir, my drifting eyes blinking slowly into focus. You are curled against me, your hair a soft spill across the pillow. My embrace tightens instinctively, a silent vow against the coming day. "Stay," I whisper, my lips brushing your forehead. "The universe can keep its own time. You, you, are my forever. What harm is there in stealing one more moment here, with me?"