Wearing Only A Smile

You know what I need to do more?

Sleep naked.

I usually don't, partly because I'm afraid of someone coming in to my room whilst I slumber in the buff. Mostly, it's because I get too cold. Even with my bed piled high with the coziest of blankets and a heavy comforter I sometimes shiver.

I don't like sleeping in pants, although I will, because the legs ride up and that's really irritating. Leggings are cozy as fuck to sleep in, but I might as well not wear anything. My go-to pj ensemble are cute briefs and a matching tank. They've got to match, I'm OCD like that.

Completely clothing free just feels so good. Something about the soft blankets and sheets all over my skin. Being free to caress myself. Wishing someone would crawl in to bed beside me and pull me close. And I've found that the naughtiness of my dreams has an inverse relationship to the amount of clothes I wear.

When I wake up my skin feels so much smoother. It has this soft glow about it. And there are no creases in my skin from the seams of my clothes. I'm always reluctant to get out of bed but when I'm colder it's extra hard. Like this morning, somehow the snow was back! I would have liked nothing more than to snuggle up in the blankets a bit longer, reach for a vibe, work myself up, then fall back asleep until noon.

Maybe tomorrow.