Starting the journey

You wake up in a jumbled heap. Balled in your blankets in an inelegant way. The sound of early morning birdsong is drowned by the oppressive roar of the alarm clock, and you flail wildly to untangle yourself. You didn't sleep well, but you have a big day ahead. Your bare foot strikes a wall, and your tired brain reasons you turned yourself fully upside down sometime during the night. You sit upright to finally slap the alarm clock, and finally for a moment at least there's silence. You stare about the watercolor room, and stretch.

Finding your glasses where you usually set them, you look into the mirror, and yawn. Your bare skin is pale in the early light creeping through the blinds, and eventually a smile invades your face. Your small nipples harden inadvertently in the chill. Knowing an early bird is the one that gets the worm, you stand from the bed, and hurry to the bathroom. The cool morning air delightfully stimulating to your naked slit.