Daffodils and Tulips : PrologueIt was early morning when Roxas woke up. Morning doves sang outside his window, their songs happy and carefree. The blonde young man smiled, his eyes still hazy with sleep. He lay in bed for a good time before finally getting up. He shuffled to his closet, looking for the right outfit for today. After carefully picking out some nice brown trousers, a white collared shirt, and a maroon sweater vest, Roxas grabbed underwear and socks from his dresser and headed for the bathroom. He folded his clothes, setting them on the counter. He stripped out of his pajamas and turned on the heat, stepping into the shower and letting the warm water loosen his muscles. The blonde locks darkened under the water and Roxas lazily lathered his hands with shampoo, massaging his scalp until he felt it was time to rinse. The lanky limbs were lathered as well, the soap sliding down the fine, pale skin.