Sunlight peeked over the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, lighting up the guestroom. Like the others in the house, this room had beamed ceilings and adobe walls painted a goldenrod color. The furniture was Mission style in a light pine. It was a large, comfortable room.
The gradual awareness of my surroundings increased a warm spot that glowed in the middle of my body. The fact that I was naked added to the pleasant sensation of the cool, soft sheet brushing against me. I could lie there and fantasize about another way to start this day, or I could get up and do something productive. Enticing as the fantasy was, I opted for the latter.
Showered and dressed, I made my way out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Sunlight bathed the east-facing dining room and patio. It was a beautifully
