The alarm on my phone rings to let me know it’s 6:55 in the morning and I know exactly what that means, you’ve just finished your workout and are getting ready to take your morning shower. I slide into the little closet next to your bathroom, making sure that the room behind me is completely dark so that I can see you without you seeing me. Within minutes, like every day, you walk in, bouncing, with little beads of sweat on your forehead and chest, your tank top soaked in your sweat. Your shorts being stripped off as you walk into the bathroom. You look into the mirror, looking me directly in the eyes, if you knew I was there.
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest bitch of them all?” you ask, a quick giggle passes your lips as you look into the mirror.
This little habit of yours makes me smile every morning. The sultry voice you try to slip into, a little deeper than your standard voice, a little slower pace than you normally speak, makes me grin as I know you are realizing how it would sound to anyone else. You stand on your tip toes as you finish asking, examining your body. Your skin glistening, turning your arms over, looking at the various muscles and how they look with shine of the sweat.