Nothing beats laying in bed with a beautiful woman in the morning light.
I find myself in Stacy’s bed at dawn on Sunday. I stole out of my own bed early to come lay with her here. I have only arrived a few minutes before.
She is softly snoring, her head is on my chest. I lean my head against hers, enjoying the smell of her hair. Still sleepy myself, but not quite drifting off yet. Her dog is happily snuggled against my thigh. I am sandwiched between them. She is beautiful in the morning light.
Warmly content, I fade to sleep.