New York She steps out the car. She is free. Happy. Calm. She loves her life. She cruised along in the car. She is happy. Its her domain. Its her life. The one she wanted. The one she created. The one she made come true. She steps out the car door and looks up. Its a skyrise building. She walks to the lift. Presses the button. It dings to the highest floor. She walks in. Sits down. She looks out at the view and smiles. She is wearing pink pajamas. She is wearing a nightgown. She is wearing nothing underneath. There is a photo on her desk. Its a naked shot of her husband. No one can see it. She kisses it. Hey baby. She grabs her breakfast. Its greasy as McDonalds. Shhhhhhhh I eat organic I swear. Every one knows she doesnt. She gags for the maccas! She sits back. She hears a knock on the door. Piss off she says. They just walk in. They start going on and on with endless issues. I said piss off. She puts some music on. She is dancing in her office. She can do whatever she wants. She owns the place. She grabs a drink. She pours it in a glass and sits back on the chair. Its water. She flips it open. Its a magazine article written about her. She is reading it. She knows its fake. She knows it is. There is lies being said about her. People saying fake things about her. She reads it. She grabs it and slams it in the bin. It means nothing to her. She walks out the door. She changes her clothes. She puts her sneakers on. She walks to a basketball court and throws a ball at someone. She uses sport to take her aggression out on the players. She slams into someone. She pushes her way. She throws the ball and starts crying. She is exhausted. She just walks off. People dont know what to say. She walks in her door. Its her own apartment. She walks into the room. She lights some candles. The room is beautiful. White. Light pink roses. She has a bath. She puts on a nice beautiful white dress. She sits on the lounge. She feels calm. She feels relaxed. She feels good. Music playing. The window open and a breeze. The hardest work. She is putting her feet up. Laying back. Where does she go to come to rest. To feel good. To find peace. She puts on a miley song. Walks to the door. Opens it wide open. Its his room. He is sleeping peacefully. She picks him up and he doesnt wake up. Hello my love. She cries looking at him. She sits back in a chair. Its a beautiful chair. She holds him close and starts singing to him! When you say you love me No I love you more When you say you need me No I need you more Boy I adore Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu She sits back on the chair and cries. He is the love of her life. The hardest work. The hardest tears. She cries for him. Son. Its her son. She kisses his face. His cheeks staring at him sleeping. She cries looking at him. She puts him down. He sleeps calmly. He doesnt move. She walks out the room. She walks into his room. He is sleeping in their room. She crawls next to him. He is fast asleep too. Its late at night. She crawls next to him. He wakes up and feels her there. He starts kissing her. Pulls her close. She cuddles next to him. She is happy. The love of her life. She kisses him again. She is still wearing the dress. He pulls it off. He is in his boxers. She lays next to him. He whispers in her ears. I missed you. She cuddles closer to him. He runs his hands up her spine. Touching her back. He loves touching her. He kisses her shoulder. She is exhausted. He knows it. He can feel it in her. He walks out the room. He walks back in. He gives her a massage. Running his hands down her back. She is crying. She is exhausted. He feels relaxed. Happy. Calm. He loves giving back to her. Making her feel good. She falls asleep. She is exhausted. She gets up. The house is empty. The boys are gone. There is a note on the table! Have a lovely day She has time to herself. She doesnt know what to do. She walks outside in the sunshine and feels the sunshine. She feels it on her face. She is peaceful. Calm. She doesnt know what to do. There is nothing to do. There is nothing to get done. What does she do? She puts on a floppy hat. She walks outside. She walks to her favourite spot. She sits in the sunshine gardening. Roses. She touches the roses. The roots. The beautiful green lush smells of the earth. She breathes it in. Smelling the soil. She loves feeling the earth. Bare feet. Soil. Dirt. She loves the earth. They are on their own. She walks out in her bathers. Its a spa. He is sitting in it. Waiting for her. She gets it. Sits right in front of him. He kisses her shoulders. He pulls her bathers off. Grabs her boobs. Touches them. Got my girls back he says. She laughs. They ting some glasses. She rests back into him. Jets pouring. Spa. They both feel relaxed. Music playing. He kisses her neck. Hard Work?
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 09:22:57 +0000
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