Soft cotton sliding against the skin as it falls to the floor.

Nightdress in crumples at her feet.

Clip unhinged, loose falling waves of honey wheat cascade against her back.

She steps out from the rumpled heap of cloth left on the floor.

The ends of hair tickle her middle back as they graze ever so softly from the hint of any movement.

She places herself in front of the oversized oval mirror.

Skin prickling forming goosebumps across her creamy skin.

She almost seems translucent in the moonlight that fills the room.

Her fingertips trace her features in the reflection.

Soft peach fuzz of baby hairs dance as she brushes her hand against her flushed cheek.

She traces the soft edges of her round haunting grey blue eyes, and stops at her crimson stained lips.

She stares at her figure.

She feels ultimately beautiful in her bareness.