Sunday morning

Title: Sunday MorningThe room is dimly lit, the only source of light being the weak rays filtering in through the curtains. In the middle of the bed, Sarah lays sprawled out naked, her long legs bent at the knees and her arms above her head, invitingly spread apart. She's pale, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her breathing is heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly, indicating the passionate lovemaking that's just taken place. Suddenly, the door opens quietly, and her partner, Daniel, walks in. He's still wearing his clothes, but they're disheveled, his hair messy. He approaches the bed slowly, taking in the sight of Sarah's body, bare and exposed before him. Without a word, he climbs onto the bed and positions himself between Sarah' and the window, his broad shoulders blocking any chance of her escape.