Ember

I woke up to the beautiful chirping of birds outside my window. Their joyful symphony jolted me with high energy. I opened my eyelids to the sculpture built of a man getting dressed in front of a large polished surface mirror positioned to show his full physique. He had broad shoulders with a perfectly shaped posterior like a newborn baby.

“What a man,” I mumbled quietly to myself. I hurriedly jumped out of the bed with only the silk bed sheet wrapped across my bosom, down to my toes. ...