2:46 a.m. was illuminated in red digits. Once again, the left side of my large bed was empty. This was really no disappointment to me because since I’d kicked Travis to the curb I’d gotten used to sleeping alone. Laying in my King-sized bed staring up at the ceiling in the dark, I threw my champagne-colored satin sheet off my naked body and sat upright. I’d always slept in the nude, even when I was a little girl because I’d always enjoyed the unrestricted feeling of having no garments on. This night my skin glistened from a thin sheen of perspiration that covered my body. My nipples stood on end from the sensation of the sudden cool air as I climbed out of bed. I strolled to the nearby lounge chair in a corner of my bedroom and snatched up my bathrobe. As I entered my bathroom, I switched on the light and walked over to the sink to turn on the cold water, letting it run over my hands. Glancing to the right, I looked over my toiletries, which were scattered about the counter top.
