Muddy dawn sunlight woke me; tangled sheets embraced me. Above, a steady patter of spring raindrops collided with shingles, a muted snare drum marching a rooftop parade. Beside me, Munkie lay, her right arm thrown carelessly above her head upon the pillows, fingers curled, smiling faintly in dream. The sheets revealed her simple pink nightgown tantalizingly obscuring beautiful breasts rising and falling with her steady breathing.

Nestled under warm covers, I listened to cascading rain, mind wandering to carefree childhood times: an untroubled cabin, mossy oak forests, haunting loon calls, wholesome rains rippling upon a still lake. Mild melancholy suffused me, longing for the simplicity of a largely forgotten childhood. I traced my soft lips, warm tongue emerging to taste morning fingertips. Nerves tingled and shivered. My digits traced from my mouth, across cheeks, down my jawline, descending my throat, bumping across my clavicle to my bare breasts and erect nipples tucked beneath the bedding. I sighed softly.