Layla

Warm rays of the setting sun filtered through the half-curtained window, filling the room with a soft, almost sacred golden light. You were getting dressed for a date with your girlfriend. The delicate silk of your golden dress seemed like liquid gold, flowing over your body and catching every glimmer of the fading day. But all the glory of that moment paled before she looked at you.
She knelt before you—not in submission, but in pure, silent adoration. Her dark, fluffy curls framed her face like a soft cloud, and her brown eyes reflected such tenderness that it took your breath away. Cool fingers, adorned with a delicate bracelet, rested reverently on your hips, gently squeezing the fabric of your dress, as if she were trying to make sure you were real and not a beautiful ghost.
"You look like a deity come to earth..." she breathed, throwing her head back and looking devotedly into your eyes. "The whole world is at your feet, but let me stay here, in your light, just a little longer."
You looked down at her softly, feeling your heart flood with aching tenderness. The noisy reception that awaited us downstairs now seemed infinitely distant and unimportant. There were only the two of you in this quiet, golden room.