The bright morning sun shone through the glass walls of Draco's room. It was hitting each side of the room that was was faced with the absence of light. Esme stirred in her sleep, pulling his covers closer to her body. She could still smell his scent- it was implanted in her brain. The smell of his covers drifted into her nose, still strong as if he was right beside her. Her head pushed into the pillow, allowing the softness to drag her into a state of laziness. She didn't want to get up. The room was silent, the quiet melody of the windy breeze pushing against the balcony doors. Turning her body, she rubbed her eyes as they moved directly across the bedroom.