Fuzzy #18

Writing authentically. Epiphany. Cathartic afternoon of music and Kiwi. Letting the biggest secret out from within and onto the screen. Feeling relief. Spider metaphor. Online convo being real. Eager serenity; the blissful paradox of 133 rides North. Arriving authentic. The first few moments after the door opens. Being recognized when I'm really there. The calm in his voice. When we're alone. Kitchen time in socks on tiptoes. Sneaking kisses. Whispering what he wants to do with me later in my ear. Dinner and a movie. Couch cuddles. Uncontrollably giggly Oodle. Black sheets and pillow fortresses setting the scene for the best part of everything. Falling asleep cuddled up snuggly.