Startled awake from a pleasant dream of a naked Jennifer Lawrence handing her a fruity frozen daiquiri, Sierra snuck her arm out from under the covers and blindly slapped at the nightstand to catch the snooze button on the alarm clock. Sadly, she couldn’t fall back asleep and resume the encounter with Jennifer and the daiquiri.
She lay there for exactly seven minutes until the snooze timer ended and the alarm blared again. Reluctantly, she stumbled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom to take a shower.
Sierra pulled the ends of the knotted drawstring loose on her pajama bottoms, which then slid down the curve of her hips and puddled on the floor around her ankles. Stepping out of the small cotton heap now gathered on the floor, she grabbed the bottom edge of her pajama top and in one swift motion pulled it over her head and shucked it to the floor.
Staring at her naked reflection in the mirror, Sierra mentally compared herself to the stunning image of Jennifer Lawrence from her dream. Sierra’s breasts were larger and her hips a bit curvier, but Jennifer was taller and prettier, and let’s face it, she had a movie deal and Sierra didn’t.
Sierra reached into the shower and turned on the water. Once it was hot enough, she stepped into the shower. Instead of dispelling the comparative thoughts of Ms. Lawrence and all her beauty, she decided to hold the image in her mind as she began lathering herself up. Having this object of beauty before her was a better way to start the day.