Sunday

You have always thought to yourself that perfection doesn't exist, yet Sunday was the first, ever seraphim to be able to change your mind.

A once in a lifetime opportunity, your heart plummeted to inclination, accepting your newly found emotion that is akin to the warmth you find in the solace of ‘affection.’

His enchanting golden eyes always had a soft spot in your heart, and will never fail to capture a special place inside your soul.

It was such a shame that he kept covering his vision with the small wings near his head. He kept saying that it was a habit of his, but you could sense a feeling of diffidence in his face everytime you query.

"Sigh... Yaksha, if you may, please stop poking my wings."

He muttered, pretending to not enjoy your pampering as he silently gazed into your being.