She was standing naked in front of her full length wardrobe mirror when I walked in with the breakfast tray. Her arms were over her head, toweling hair. The sunlight didn't reach that corner of the bedroom, so her white body was in shadow. She stopped and looked at me in the mirror. I'd never seen her so beautiful, both front and back presented to me at the same time. She'd not seen me frontally naked either, newly grown several inches in height. Neither of us said a word, taking in the quiet peacefulness of the moment. Her eyes were dark and hard to see, but the gaze was sharply focused on me. And mine on her.