Towers of billowing sunlight poured into the room, as the cool morning breeze punched its way in through the unlatched window above the canopied bed. Sheer white drapes hanging off the bed posts sway and dance in the voluminous light. The sleeping figure on the bed stirred and burrowed deeper underneath the white satin sheets and pink and white blank. In the kitchen eggs are cracked on the edge of an iron skillet, the cloudy whites and yolk slid easily to the bottom of the greased skillet. In another skillet on the stove thin strips of bacon sizzles in its own aromatic grease. Two slices of toast pop toaster; the crisp light golden slices are placed on a plate that was warmed in the oven. Smells too delicious and tempting draws the figure on the bed out of sleeps embrace, long locks or raven hair cover her body like a black silk rob as she lifts her arms above her head and stretch, with arms outstretched she paused to soak in the warm rays enveloping her body. She glanced down at the empty bed and struggled to remember last night