Water. Bubbles. Bath.
A rare indulgence in my quick 10 minute shower world. Until the muscles in my lower back wielded a python-like grip around my spine.
Water. Bubbles. Bath. 3x in 7/24s.
As I soaked, I looked up at a favorite…parfum shower cream. I usually use it for special occasions…or special someones. It makes me feel…like a lady. Soft, feminine…fragrant. And I had just purchased the complimentary body mist. Mmmmm.
Water. Bubbles. Bath. Then bed. Stag.
Why do we wait for special occasions or special someones to enjoy the little and big things in life? Aren’t I special enough? SURELY.
Waiting. To exhale. Waiting. To launch. Waiting. To indulge. Waiting. To live.
Water. Bubbles. Bath. Parfum shower cream.
I lathered it on like my love would shortly be under hips and thighs…in the crevices of me where all the deliciousness lingers.
Water. Bubbles. Bath. Fluffy towel. Dry.
Moisturized. Deodorized. I eye the body mist. Why be wasteful? No one will smell it this night but moi.
That’s right. Only I. And I am enough.
My neck. My wrists. The tender space before The Glory.
Spritz…spritz…spritz.
For me. First and foremost. Only.
The Wait is OVER.
Happy 2023.