The first light of dawn was merely a backdrop to the masterpiece on my screen. I opened my eyes, and there she was-my Butterfly, waking up in the room I had stood in only hours before. Watching her get ready for school is a ritual I cannot live without. She looks so damn beautiful, so delicate and pure, that it makes my chest ache with a possessive fire. I walked to the monitor, the cold glass feeling like a barrier I'm growing tired of. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead on the screen. "Soon, I won't have to kiss a reflection," I whispered.