fifty-shades-of-grey

Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out and openmy eyes. It’s a beautiful May morning, Seattle at my feet. Wow, what a view. Besideme, Christian Grey is fast asleep. Wow, what a view. I’m surprised he’s still in bed. He’sfacing me, and I have an unprecedented opportunity to study him. His lovely face looksyounger, relaxed in sleep. His sculptured, pouty lips are parted slightly, and his shiny,clean hair is a glorious mess. How could anyone look this good and still be legal? I rememberhis room upstairs… perhaps he’s not legal. I shake my head, so much to thinkabout. It’s tempting to reach out and touch him, but like a small child, he’s so lovely whenhe’s asleep. I don’t have to worry about what I’m saying, what he’s saying, what plans hehas, especially his plans for me.I could gaze at him all day, but I have needs – bathroom needs. Slipping out of bed, Ifind his white shirt on the floor and shrug it on. I walk through a door thinking that it mightbe the bathroom, but I’m in a vast walk-in closet as big as my bedroom. Lines and linesof expensive suits, shirts, shoes, and ties. How can anyone need this many clothes? I tutwith disapproval. Actually, Kate’s wardrobe probably rivals this. Kate! Oh no. I didn’tthink about her all evening. I was supposed to text her. Crap. I’m going to be in trouble. Iwonder briefly how she’s getting on with Elliot.Returning to the bedroom, Christian is still asleep. I try the other door. It’s the bathroom,and it’s bigger than my bedroom. Why does one man need so much space? Two