It was a late spring morning. The time of year where the windows still develop a sheen of condensation on their lower half.   The light from the warm rising sun is pouring in across the kitchen table. The bottom pain scatters the sunshine from a hundred thousand tiny droplets, immersing the kitchen in a vibrant orange glow. The hue played upon her, a trick of nature. She moved to open the window but stopped when she felt it stealing the heat from her nipples.

She yawned. The wary faces of her husband and special guest perk in anticipation at the sight of the amazing smelling breakfast coming towrds them.

The beautiful near horizontal rays of brilliant orange sunlight illuminate the steam welling up from the three hot coffees below. Endlessly whisping tendrils of strawberry orange vapor Slow and sensuous curls of expanding and diminishing spirals. The secrets of the universe hidden inside these shapes, morphing with the same paced and timed motions from the night before.   

The night was good.     

It was very very good.

Secretly reminiscing, she set the plates down in front of her lovers, 

After a sip from her coffee, she took a deep breath and started her day.