Playful Morning

Hannah walked to her bedroom window and took the drapes in her hands. She closed her eyes, smiled and threw the sheets of fabric open with as much dramatic flare as she could muster.

"Good morning Saint City!" She cried out to no one in particular.

The topless young woman then opened her eyes to see what she saw every morning; the apartment building across the street was dark, the streets below were empty and the sky was just starting to lighten. She stood proud for a moment in the window and thought about what would be seen if someone were to actually look.

Not much, as far as she could tell.

The only light inside was coming from the bathroom behind her and she was on the tenth floor of her building; the only way anyone would see her would have been if they were in the building across the way and actively looking for exposed breasts.

In fact, I could probably get away with going a little further today.