109 Good Night, My Wife

---Inside the room---

By midnight, the darkness outside was almost absolute. There was only a smattering of luminous stars scatter the heavens. The moon emitted a faint light into the room through the window. Even the wind that blew was cooler and damper than it had been.

On the king-sized bed, the petite figure of a woman was sleeping in a spaghetti strap, mint-colored, lace nightgown that was starting to rise above her thighs as she twisted and turned in her sleep.

The only thing keeping it all in place was a ribbon on each shoulder, like a Christmas gift, begging to be unwrapped. The dress was the perfect fit and gave her figure the best curvature.

In a slow turn, the doorknob twisted very quietly.

A dark silhouette crept towards the bed very slowly, without making a sound, as if afraid of waking up the person occupying the room. Tiptoeing, he moved closer to the bed.