Saturday

Footnote

Zechs Merquise sighed contentedly and snuggled deeper into his mossy green pillow.  The sun had started rising not long ago and its golden beams streamed through the off-white blinds over the window and the bar effect fell across his still form smothered beneath crinkled green coverlets.  His deep gray-blue eyes remained sealed from the world, longing to wallow in blissful sleep for a few too-short minutes longer.  He remained that way for a long time while his consciousness slowly resurfaced. 

Even after his sleep-muddled mind awakened fully from its dream induced world he stayed where he was, with his form partially covered by sheets while his upper half remained bare to the beautiful yet deathly silence of his room around him.  Some messy, bed-ridden pale locks fell everywhere, partially covering the smooth skin of his back.  The buttery liquid silk wrapped around the parts that the sheet didn’t cover, but the barely awake Zechs didn’t care.  He was, at the moment, the epitome of not having a care in the world.

The first conscious thought in his tow-head was, Man, I love Saturdays…  Zechs sighed heavily and allowed his mind to wander and his thoughts to scatter in every direction imaginable.  He hadn’t felt so relaxed in what seemed like millennia.

When he finally reached a state of alertness, he smiled and rolled slowly to a sitting position.  He yawn and stretched, still feeling quite contented and all around satisfied.  He supposed he had a wonderful dream, even though he could not remember it.  Unremembered dreams were almost as rare as dreams themselves.  Zechs considered that thought for a moment before shrugging it off and sliding out of his bed.

As he made his way to a stereo on a low dresser to break the perfect silence, he caught his reflection in the vanity mirror behind the speakers.

His image looked healthy, much to his approval, and for the first time since he lost his kingdom, he didn’t look worn down or frazzled to no end.  His gray drawstrings were comfortably baggy and loose, which is why they served as pajamas.  His eyes didn’t look like hollow stones but they held something new to them.  Zechs stared into his reflected eyes questioningly, as if trying to burn the answers from the looking glass itself.  They seemed lighter, sharper, and more detailed with flecks of darker and lighter shades as well as stripes of paler blue that radiated outward.  They looked…alive.

Zechs tore his gaze from his reflection with a sorrowful shake of his head.  How ironic that a dead man had eyes that looked so alive.  He shoved the thoughts away as his favorite music rang sweetly through the room.  It didn’t seem to break the morning’s silence but rather mingled with it and the two became one surge of sweetly perfect sound as Zechs prepared for the day.

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Disclaimer: I don’t believe someone would sue me for this little one-hitter…I don’t own Gundam Wing © Sotsu, Sunrise, ANB, Bandai

AN: Thanks for reading this.  Just kinda my thoughts on a Saturday morning.  I really wrote it to improve my description skills.  How did I do?  R/R! ^_^