It's uncertain which wakes Paul first, the warm breeze against his face or the ever so slight hints of light which begin to streak the sky with gold and pink. Opening his eyes slowly, the first thing he sees is the sky - clouds reflecting the flames of the sun in tongues of amber and orange, blue and purple. He stares, confused for a second, not knowing where he is, but the soft weight of a woman against his chest and the auburn curls of hair that lay splayed across him bring the picture into focus. He smiles at the memory of the previous night and moving ever so gently, rises enough that he can look into Jessalyn's face.