The indirect sunlight dimly glows into the room, spilling over everything, giving the room an otherworldly feeling that only happens in the early morning hours. An alarm beeps softly on your cellphone, barely notable, but you've grown used to it, almost come to expect it subconsciously. Your eyes flutter and then open slowly, letting reality pour into your mind slowly. You yawn, moaning almost imperceptibly as you slowly stretch, and then roll over onto your stomach, softly and quietly. You're refreshed from sleep, but your body still carries the pleasures of last night in your muscles. You smile devilishly to yourself, as you wipe your eyes and look up at me. You lay still, watching for a few scant moments as I sleep, breathing deeply, unaware of the world outside my closed eyelids.
My chest rises and falls, and without thinking about it you let your breathing fall into rhythm with mine as you lay peacefully, silently, our heartbeats falling into synch.
You inch your body up, supporting yourself on hands and knees, and bring your face over mine, our lips almost touching, as your hair cascades down onto me, tickling me, drawing the tiniest of sounds from my throat, as my head moves slightly to one side. You raise yourself up at a deliberately and measured pace, examining my face, then my chest, my shoulders, taking me in bit by bit until you've examined and considered all that my body is, lying naked, prone, beneath your gaze.
