bistyboo1974 created a 100-word drabble for me with the proviso that I post it in my journal. I asked her to write it based on the above icon (except she imagined him WITHOUT robe and t-shirt). So here goes:
There sat Clark, lounging on the terrace just outside the bedroom, clad only in a pair of wrinkly blue pajama bottoms, his long masculine frame stretched lazily in the chair, the morning edition of the Planet cast to his side; he was more intent on looking at Lois, still curled up in bed and wearing only his matching pajama top, than at the paper. His jet-black hair was still mussed from sleep – and other nighttime activities – and the smile that curled his mouth assured her that her morning might very well be as satisfying as her evening had been.