The wind lifted the curtains, the light from the rising sun flickering across the floor in a gentle wave. It was a picture perfect morning — the birds were singing outside; the sky was blue as far as the eye could see, and the forecast promised a warm day. Draped in a warm robe and fluffy sleepers, Bella danced into the kitchen, airpods in her ears, a smile on her face. She twirled and sang, lost in the song, and when she opened her eyes, instead of an empty room, she saw a very naked butt.