I awoke to the soft patter of raindrops against the cabin roof. Snuggling up against me was Elizabeth, her breathing peaceful and her bare breasts warm against my side. Though the bed sheet covered our bodies, it had drifted down just far enough to expose a hint of Liz's voluminous, silky smooth cleavage. The silver light of the morning diffused through our curtains and cast a soft glow across the bed. She looked radiant, like something out of a renaissance painting.

Much as I wanted to stay in that position forever, enjoying the presence of Liz's body, I had thrown down enough alcohol the previous night to necessitate a prompt trip to the bathroom. I untangled my legs from between hers and snuck out of bed as delicately as possible. She didn't wake up, just made an adorable little mewing noise.