It is the perfect day for wearing well, not much at all actually. The sun is shining, freshly risen over the horizon, and the morning dew clings to the window.
I roll around and stretch lazily in bed, my feet absorbing the warm ray of sunshine that starts to pour through my window.
It’s not everyday I’m awake early, so I decided to enjoy the morning in the greenhouse, the perfect place to catch some more rays without getting burned.
I slip out from under the warm covers and slip into a convenient pair of shorts from the laundry basket at the foot of the bed. I decide on no real shirt at all but rather a sheer over cover with a delicate flower print over a blue bralette with a nice lace trim, also conveniently in the basket.
Nobody should be out there, it’s Sunday the gardener’s day off. Should be safe enough for a little nap before getting the day started. Tossing my loose curls into a ponytail rather than trying to tame them with a brush, I grab a sunhat and head out the back door towards the green house.