In the Night

So the night was musty. And faint blue light fell onto the bedsheets from the sky. I looked around myself. I looked at the fan. It was moving at its own little pace. The night was cold. But I had knack of always keeping the fan on. So it was on, although at a very little pace. I looked around. I was bored. And sleep was miles away.

I stood up. I was in my classic nightdress. It was my light, breathy white oversized t-shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra. The tee blissfully glistened over my skin. Bulging at my nipples. And beneath I was wearing my favorite orange hipster panty.

It just felt nice sleeping that way to me. Even if it was cold or anything.

Some hot days, I even took of the tee and went to sleep in just that beautiful panty of mine. And suddenly, I felt a sort of tingle in my stomach. Probably that was my message. That was my call. I guess it was time to explore life once again.

I removed tee gently, it was one in the night and tomorrow was Sunday. So no worries.

I looked out of the standing balcony to the side of my room. In my panty. Just in front of our flats was another huge 14-story building. As moonlight reflected from one of its glasses onto me I chuckled. A weird fantasy was stemming in my mind. And I so wanted to do it. But the thing was, should I?

Anything could go wrong. And I could say to myself was: "Well, fuck it!"

I removed my panty and looked those tiny hairs growing on my crotch. They were so cute. I know. It sounds ridiculous. But I find a small sheet of hair cute. My heartbeat was thumping loudly and I could hear it in my ears.

I walked out of the room and got a watch.

That was necessary to keep a track of time.

And then, as I strode forward, I could feel dampness around my chest. By little breasts were tingling with the sensation. And there was some moisture down there. But I took a deep breath, took a key to my house, opened the door, and shut it off behind me.