If wishes were horses
I am having a bad day. I haven’t been sleeping well, and while it works for awhile, adrenaline filling in the gaps, at some point I start to feel it. My head seems wreathed in cotton candy. I’m acting on instinct and habit - and I don’t have the kind of job where that cuts it. I need
I wrote that and paused for a long minute. I’m fine; I don’t need anything, really. It will all be fine. But this is what I want right now. Right this minute, with the afternoon sun still streaming in the windows.
We lie on the bed, his soupspoon cradling my teaspoon. I reach up with my left hand and pull my hair under my neck in one thick hank, smoothing it from part to ends as I go, so the little wisps don’t get in his mouth. The soles of my feet, skin crusty around the edges, rest on his thighs. My ass settles companionably over his crotch. My torso is at an angle - from above, I look acrobatic, crouched and ready to leap. As if to forestall this, his arm slides around my side, over my waist and up to rest with his hand splayed over my chest, pledging allegiance. He tugs once, anchoring me, and when I shuffle my feet and fidget against him, he says, “Shhh. Just rest. I’ll stay right here. I'll wake you when it's time."
And I do. And he does.
I wrote that and paused for a long minute. I’m fine; I don’t need anything, really. It will all be fine. But this is what I want right now. Right this minute, with the afternoon sun still streaming in the windows.
We lie on the bed, his soupspoon cradling my teaspoon. I reach up with my left hand and pull my hair under my neck in one thick hank, smoothing it from part to ends as I go, so the little wisps don’t get in his mouth. The soles of my feet, skin crusty around the edges, rest on his thighs. My ass settles companionably over his crotch. My torso is at an angle - from above, I look acrobatic, crouched and ready to leap. As if to forestall this, his arm slides around my side, over my waist and up to rest with his hand splayed over my chest, pledging allegiance. He tugs once, anchoring me, and when I shuffle my feet and fidget against him, he says, “Shhh. Just rest. I’ll stay right here. I'll wake you when it's time."
And I do. And he does.