Sunlight poured in through his tall Victorian windows
hindered only momentarily by his lazily hanging drapes as they danced through the cold, clean air to caress his sleeping face.
He climbed the golden stairs, and left behind the dark glittering darkness of his dreams.
Turning over in his bed, he felt the pleasant sensation of the cold pillow against his warm cheek.
This day would not be the same as the others.
He had found a new joy, derived from more than anything money could ever buy.
A decisive day by the sea, had proven more vital than he would have ever thought possible.
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