The house is still and quiet in the early morning.
The sound of gentle falling rain against the glass of the window is what has awakened me. I lay there, slowly coming aware sensing the sound of your rhythmic breathing.
I turn onto my side to face you. Your hair is falling down over your shoulders, a stray wisp lays across your cheek. Your muted breath escapes through soft pink, slightly parted lips. You're lying on your side and your faced is brushed with the rain soaked early morning light that comes in through the window.
Your nightgown hugs your body close. I can see the outline of your ripe full breasts. As you breath, your breast's move, brushing your nipples against the soft cotton. A darker mauve colour is apparent through the thin cotton accentuated by the swollen mound of your puffy areola and its long nipple.
Turning on my side, I watch your sleeping face... your so beautiful.
Reaching out with one hand, I undo the top button of your nightie...
and the next...
and the next...