clear sunny skies: A Journey Full of Surprises and Discovery

clear sunny skies begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so clear sunny skies becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In clear sunny skies, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in clear sunny skies, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that clear sunny skies worked better than any sleeping pill.