Evaline:
Morning sunlight spilled across the living room floor in soft golden ribbons, filtering through the massive glass wall that overlooked the front garden. The rain had washed everything clean overnight... the trees gleamed fresh and vibrant, the world looking almost newly born.
And right in the center of that warmth, on the thick green rug spread across the floor, lay my entire universe.
Lioren.
I sat cross-legged a few feet away, my chin resting on my palm as I watched him with what I was certain was an embarrassingly lovesick expression. He had rolled from his back to his side moments ago, tiny fingers clutching at the rug fibers as if they personally offended him.
Now he shifted again.
Slowly.
Determined.
He rolled onto his belly with visible effort, letting out a tiny grunt of frustration before lifting his head. His golden-green eyes... so bright, so alert... locked onto the plushie lion lying just slightly out of his reach.
