In the event of a daydream...

I return now to my life... head cold, tired from the play, but well satisfied with all things and quite happy. It was a tremendous bonding time for Zack and I. He got to see why I like community theater, he got to meet some of my very good friends, and best of all we got to spend some quality time together. The play went really well, was well received, well attended, considering... and we have pictures and a DVD of it for our memories. Also, friendships were made and renewed, and we reinforced our theater group's standing as a provider of high quality productions, and we had a blast doing it... it's all good. My exhaustion and lack of bouncing back from this cold is really, really worth it.

As I drove home from work today and bounced some thoughts around in my head to share today, I could not stay on task. Here is what filled my head, and shall serve as the entre in today's verbal smorgasbord...

Sleeping in is one of life's real pleasures. If you think of an instance when time has stopped, it is on some morning when nothing is planned, and nothing takes you from that bed until you are positively ready...

Think of this - of the grand gift of spooning until you are done, done spooning. If it leads to intimacy, of another round of delicious insertional therapy, or just nuzzling, cuddling, or seeing how much skin to skin contact you can create. I want to be the sheet draped across you, the comforter keeping you warm, the mattress pad whose bumps make you shiver... We don't have to be doing anything, nothing at all, maybe synchronizing our breathing... playing Morse code with our chest cavities... recreating, reliving, retracing, retrying feats of the recent past... giggling over fun noises, goofy positions, wondering how we got tangled up this way, and not giving a thimble of warm spit over whose side of the bed we are on...

Can you feel how I wrap around you so completely that we aren't sure of whose legs are whose and which arm to move because one of mine is falling asleep? Can you feel, the swollen lump of hot blooded appreciation parked at the small of your back, the not quite reluctant shaft swelling again as it tries to fill that lovely parking groove you have provided just below your spine... not for anything other than the joy of feeling you all about me... my mouth lazily meanders around your ear, your neck... as I try to decide if I want to taste you or just continue to breathe you in... my senses are all clamoring to be overstimulated... and luckily, you fill me with such urgency, that none are left wanting...

There is no hurry, no timeline, no need for anything other than what moves us right now... thank you for allowing my hands to do the lifting and separating and clutching and holding of your breasts... the complete sharing of all things us is just the most bestest, is it not? Warm, content, complete... the biggest project before us rehydrating, and trying to decide is it really worth it to leave the confines of this horizontal heaven? Besides, can we even break the bonds that hold us together right now? You know what I mean - that glazed doughnut feeling of being stuck together because we were either too lazy, too satiated, too fond of feeling what we were feeling to properly separate, so here we are... is this what Lionel Ritchie meant about being "Stuck on You?" 

To be totally sharing in a way that leaves no doubt... that this is where I belong... that we have no aspirations for anywhere, certainly no desire to be, to do, to think, or to even consider any of the any other things that can gnaw, distract and pull us in other directions at other times. This is it, this is where we are, and time can go how and where it wants to, because right now, I am where I need to be, want to be, have to be... and the only place that I might go, is in again... with you again, or we might do nothing at all, but lie here and spoon the day away... come what may. Yes, even that again... until we are done...