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April 28, 2004
How I know it's time for a long vacation, #1
Subtitled: It's final's week next week and I'm working overtime!?
I know it's time for a long vacation when I start having my sandwich fantasies again. These fantasies consist of me in a bed. The most wondrous bed I can imagine; a giant bed with fluffy clean sheets and blankets that never wrinkle and never get dirty. There are dozens of pillows in every shape and size, in every firmness, that will fit every nook and divot my body might have, from my head to my little toe.
In my wonderful bed I lay in between two wonderful gorgeous, sexy, amazing, intelligent, sensitive, romantic, compassionate, talented, healthy men that have impeccable hygiene and that appreciate a woman of experience, wisdom, substance, decreased muscle tone, and exhaustion such as myself. They are the bread and I am the filling. (NOTE: Identities of men change at my whim.)
However, in this bed there is no foreplay. There is no mad, passionate sex. There is no swinging from the ceiling. There are no randy pillow fights. There is no ménage. There is no trois. There is no moaning. There is no groaning. There is only soft...gentle...snoring. For in this bed I am sleeping, yes sleeping deeply - as if cursed (or was that blessed?). In fact, I have been sleeping for many, many hours.
Are the men sleeping deeply? Do they stir? Do they toss fitfully, somehow disturbed by my stillness? Do they waken and gaze upon my form in loving wonder? Do they wish I would awaken so they could take turns ravishing me? Do they anxiously await my rising to query my thoughts on the Three Pillars of Zen? Do they want to poke me in the ribs so I will leap lightly out of my wonderful bed and make them breakfast?? Are they out of clean underwear? Perhaps. I will never know because, in my sandwich fantasies they are not allowed to wake me, AND I do not have to wake up either. In fact, it is their job to guard me against all wakers, whomever or whatever they may be. For these men worship me sleeping in my wonderous bed of pillows and clean sheets. They honor and praise the height and depth and stillness of it all. They feel blessed just to be able to lie next to me as I snuffle and snuggle down in between them. They are content to be my buffers against all who would disturb me. For I am their Goddess of Sleep. My renewal is their joy.
Uh huh. Yeah. Whatever.
Right now I could just close my eyes and feel myself snuggled down in a perfect burrow of cotton, down, pillows and warm, clean flesh. I just want to go to sleep. I am so very, very tired. Sigh.
Posted by swift at April 28, 2004 12:37 AM