I was dreaming of blind butterfly kisses left against her skin, some bringing gasps of pleasure, others bringing utterances of pain. The alarm awoke me.
I laid in bed long enough to soak up the dream and then slid out of the sheets. Shower, hot water, classical music. The music lasted for five minutes before dying batteries left only the silence of my own thoughts.
My sanctuary.
I stepped out of the shower, large crimson towel in hand, time taken to dry. Hair brushed, light use of cologne. Chain slipped over my neck, ring onto my right hand.
Time to leave.
Sometimes the glimpse of daily routine is more intimate than the sharing of the most torrid fantasy…thank you for that glimpse.