The Wake Up Call
The bedroom is cool, but cozy at 6 o’clock on Saturday morning. I can hear fine drops of rain pattering lightly on the roof of the condo. As I sleepily open my eyes, the muted light from the shuttered window casts a peaceful glow over your room. Next to me, I can hear you quietly breathing in and out as you sleep. I snuggle closer to you, feeling your long hair between my face and the back of your neck. As I wrap my arm around your waist, I feel the warmth coming from your long, slender, naked...