Tender is the Light

Dawn (n.)

It's the pinks, the blues, and the yellows from a nightlight; it's the daybreak behind a curtain and the dust above his eyes; it's the violet delights slowly fingering through his hair; it's the taste of something sweet that every love would compare before he pulls himself up and feels its breath beside his ear

It's the beginning of something new, of something magical yet to come; it's the reunion of something dear and of something he'd never let go of, as he meanders past the darkness and finds his bit of sun; he holds him gingerly like a babe and brings him close to his heart, snuggling into the applewood soon wafting from his partner

It takes twenty-one days to turn a commitment into a habit, but an entire lifetime before it's honed into an instinct. And naturally, he's no stranger to this simple progression. Since his earliest recollection, he's had to rise before the sun. But what keeps him in bed are the stubborn arms of his husband. Because every morning when he wakes; without fail, he embraces him. And by now, it's a need and not an urge in those moments whenever Draco pulls him closer and Harry settles right beside him.