“Do you want my clothes in here?”
“Yes,” he said, getting ready to do laundry.
“Ok, I’m taking off my clothes!” I said. I whipped off my shirt. Suddenly the top half of myself was bare, large breasts wild in the kitchen.
He gave an approving look. I laughed and am laughing now.
My hands went to my waist, touching my black bike shorts, as he watched me. “I’m embarrassed!” I said. “You’re going to see me naked!”
We were laughing because we’ve been together almost nine years now. I think he’s seen me naked before.
“In fall, it’s different,” I said, as I eased the shorts and chonies off my body. “It’s serious. It’s like a whole other naked.”
There I was, naked as the moment I was born. Unsubtle, fat, slightly chilled. I pushed my clothes into the laundry basket.
Then I had a predicament. I needed to get my shoes across the room to where my shoes go. I didn’t want to pick them up, so I slipped them on to my feet.
“Ahhh! I’m wearing shoes while naked! Ahhh! This feels so wrong!” I said, as I hurried to the side of the room where my shoes go.
My spouse laughed. He said, “You’re cute.” It was a good morning moment.