Prince Flair

When you open your eyes, the golden sunlight splayed across the floor, a light breeze caressing your cheeks. The clouds are a pretty shade of pink and you feel an urge to run across the fields. So, knowing no one will be awake at his time, you find the clean jeans and shirt you begged the laundry maid to let you keep, and wear them. Slipping on trainers, you sneak out and run outside. You're laughing, plait turning messier, when the smug voice of Flair calls to you, "Well, look who's here."