Riff
5:32am

 I have finally spotted my beautiful sister, crawling about on her hands and knees in my bedroom. I will make myself known to her eventually, but I am currently fascinated by the swing of her rump, the pull of her hip, and the occasional skirt-shadowed fishnet tear that I long to regulate with these bony hands of mine. Oh, how the radiance of her white skin and wild hair seduces me with its gleaming! I can almost see through her skull, I am gazing so hard. It is all I can do to remain standing.
A swift whisper of fabric against carpet....she stops! Has she heard me? Oh dearest sister, continue your progress away from my quivering knees, let me be a little longer anonymous, steeping in this puddle of drowsy lust. I am forsaken but for that elegant shiver of spine to posterior, propelled by your clean white arms, unwittingly wafting your scent towards me.