The sun shines through the tent as it rises ever so slowly from the east. There are few sounds to be heard aside from the occasional song bird. There are no signs of life save the rare insect crawling across the front of the tent’s mosquito netting. He looks over and notices she is sound asleep; exhausted from the long, laborious hike the evening before and the tedious task of setting up camp.
He slowly moves to the exit of the tent; painstakingly avoiding waking her. He exits the tent; wearing only his polypropylene thermal underwear bottoms to take off the morning’s bitter cold bite. He stirs the coals of last night’s fire and adds more wood. He stokes a good fire; rubbing his hands in the growing warmth. He takes a pot and gets fresh water from a jug and puts the pot in the fire to boil the water.
He turns to her and wonders what it is she is dreaming. He stares at her; noticing her nipples through the material of her flimsy t-shirt. She is cold from the morning air and she is obviously having a deeply arousing dream, for she is moaning and squirming. He notices a coy little smirk on her lips. He grins.
He takes the skillet and begins to make breakfast. He is cooking eggs and bacon over the open flames and turns to make certain she is not disturbed. He grows increasingly interested in her dream as he hears her moans intensifying. He returns to cooking breakfast.
He walks over to the tent and stands there, staring intently at the vision of beauty in front of him. She looks like and angel; face soft and innocent. Her skin shimmers as she moans and moves in what appear to be erotic undulations. He is becoming aroused.
He regains his composure and returns to the task at hand; preparing a breakfast fit for a king.
As he is dishing up the food, he hears a sound that causes him to turn around. She is exiting the tent; gloriously silhouetted by the crimson hues of the rising morning sun.