A Dream Life Day
I wake up in the morning, in our 180cm wide bed. Wide enough to fit us both comfortably at distance, but small enough to host our vulnerabilities. It's fresh in the room, and somewhere over the wide windows, between the mountain cliffs the sun rises.
I look at you kindly, as you're still asleep and I slowly crawl to the bathroom. The floor tiles are warm. As I take my morning pee, I feel in love with life, and grateful to start a fresh day, with a good tasty black, your kind eyes and our cozy morning hug.
As I get ready for work, you're frying the toasts, the eggs, and cut the avocado slices, as I like it. Team-work is key. I'll put on my big girl pants, statement comfortable boots, the turtle neck, put on some mascara, a content-woman smile, and hit to work. I'd prefer to drive the car. And the irony will be that I'd be consulting in sustainable mobility, circulation plans, and urbanistic planning projects.
I'd get to work, and hit up the stand-up meeting with my team, to get into the to doo's and priorities of the day. I'd then hit my own mails, to do's, and meetings. After lunch, with hopefully interesting and funny colleagues, or with a friend out there, I'd hit back into my tasks, part of them will include learning new things. I need to keep growing my skills, and consolidate my knowledge.
After work, I'd stroll around the stores, see something that made me think of you, or a friend, or mom, or dad. And it's buy it - because I can, and because I want to give it further to the one I love.
I'd then drive home. You'd call me before I get in the car. You're about to start the dinner. I fetch a bottle of wine from our favorite shop. It's a special occasion. Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.
I come home, to the smell of a healthy, veggies and meat dinner. I give you a sweet kiss on the lips. I secretly missed you over the day, but you don't need to know that. We sit down for dinner. I'm wearing my cozy sweat pants, sexy sports brad, and a flannel shirt you gave me last Christmas, because I was always stealing yours.
Tonight is not a gym night, but tomorrow I'll hit back the pilates classes, otherwise my back gets fucked. As I do the dishes, I call my parents - just to check-in. You're reading your articles and news and what-not on the couch. I pass by an kiss the top of your head, then go meditate.
Over dinner we talked about politics, and situations and work. We would brainstorm about ideas or solutions. Do we need to discuss any mundane tasks? Let's see what would each of us want and need to do in the weekend. One day for us, the other day for each one of us, individually. Or weekends away with friends, or visiting loved ones. Another trip to some surf destination in the following 3 months, maybe a ski trip next month?
I hope I won't need to travel too much for work. Maybe I prefer it more for leisure, rather than for business. You won't make me feel frustrated. I won't make you feel worthless.
We'll head to bed. I took a hot shower, you took a hot bath as I was doing the dishes and prepping our lunches for tomorrow. I brushed my teeth and put on my serums. My silky pajama shorts and cotton t-shirt, I slide through our bedsheets, and you put your hand on my breast. I put my one your inner hips. I reflect on my life. And I am grateful. I love my life, and I love you. You love me, and we're there for one another. Not against the world, but making it a better place, be it if only within our on small universe.