Morning coffee

Marisa made her way into the kitchen, glad that she had set the heaters to turn on an hour before she had woken up - the warmth of the house as she could see the snow falling outside was simply magical. Her motions were almost mechanical as she prepared the coffee grounds, her eyes focused on the snow falling gently just on the other side of her glass panes. Water and grinds into the maker, a click, a pop, and the sound of the machine turning on and water beginning to boil.

She made her way over to her backdoor into the backyard and leaned against it, the glass icy cold to her skin. It sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel the goosebumps popping up all over her body, though it was a good way of finishing up waking up. The moment she pulled away she could feel the warmth wrapping around her again. The changing sensations were strangely enjoyable to her on her naked skin. She'd never get tired of it.

She wandered back and forth around the kitchen as she waited for the coffee to finish. There wasn't a whole lot to do or see, honestly. She had a nice table and attractive counters, but it wasn't like they were decorated or anything like that. She didn't even have that much food at the moment. Mostly, she just enjoyed the freedom of being able to walk around her own home in the nude, knowing that the windows were open but that no one could see her. That sense of freedom. Knowing that she was in nothing more than her own skin, her most private attire, and that there was nothing anyone could do about it.

There was a soft ting as the coffee finished, and she poured herself a cup. It was still steaming hot as she took it in her hands and walked once more to the backdoor, this time undoing the lock and letting it swing open. The cold air rushed into the house, wrapping around her body in an instant. She could feel her skin rising. She breathed the air in slowly, letting the icy frigidity fill her, before she closed the door and took a long drink of coffee, the heat shooting through her. She could feel it racing through her body, fighting to fend off the cold she had infested herself with.

It was a good morning.