His Beginning |0.0|

He walks to the tent that he's come to know quite well. Inside, there lies a beautiful girl. She has been in the same deep slumber for almost a week now. He looks down at the girl in awe of her elegant beauty, as he does every night. He knows how this will end, yet he can't resist. He sighs affectionately as he begins to comb his fingers through her incredibly soft hair.

He leans over her, seeing her eyelashes flutter slightly, as they do every night, making him hopeful that she may wake to meet his lips. He presses his chapped lips against her soft, plump lips. Her eyes shoot open.

Then, he wakes up.