You open up your eyes and look over in to the darkness at your alarm clock. It's 5 minutes before 7am. Not in a particular hurry to throw off your blanket, the only thing between your naked skin and the cold air, you decide to just lay there for a moment.
Taking inventory of what's in your room, you can see your laptop open on the desk, next to it are your school textbooks. Yesterdays clothes and a pair of sweatpants is lying on the floor. You've got a bookshelf for your favorite books; a mix of fantasy novels, Vonnegut, comics (think bloom county, not JLA), and assorted other fiction.
You get up, and the cool fall air raises goose bumps on your skin. You run a couple of fingers along your stomach up towards your right breast, feeling the tightness of your skin due to the cold.
You look over your shoulder at the wall mirror to check out the arch of your back and the curve of your butt. You reach back and run your finger along the slight crease where your rear meets your inner thigh. Considering your otherwise slight frame, you have a pretty good "cushion for the pushin'" (as your friend Joe jokingly commented one day).
"One day that ass is going to haunt you" you say, absently.
But in the meanwhile, you can enjoy it. You give yourself a little smack on the ass and proceed to throw on your ratty old sweatpants and the tank top you wore yesterday.
As you turn your attention to what seems to be going on outside your room, you can hear the shower going in the bathroom next to your room. You can also hear movement downstairs along with the smell of breakfast cooking. |