Aline's mornings are never quiet, even when she's alone. Ghostly caresses and whispered endearments haunt her, driving her wild. Today, she decides to indulge. Her robe slips off, revealing her naked body to the morning light. She spreads her legs, her fingers finding her clit, circling it slowly. She imagines unseen hands on her body, pinching her nipples, slipping inside her. Her moans grow louder, her fingers moving faster. The bed creaks, as if someone unseen is joining her, pushing her further, making her cry out in ecstasy.