It was a morning soft and velvety, like the dreams of childhood. Tender luminescence began to stretch slowly across all directions, catching the high, suspended canopy of a thousand tiny lights that had dimmed to a hazy, golden shimmer, like fireflies holding their last, sleepy breath. The house's backyard, still draped in the colours of last night's celebration, was a quiet scene. Its sprawling fabrics of pastel pink and rich off white lay undisturbed, the deep, comfortable cushions scattered upon them now exhaled the last essence of merriment. And this was where all the men of the house Pravit, Someshwar, Surya, and Robin had finally fallen asleep.