By deevaa (deevaa@paradise.net.nz) Date: 26 February 2001
I've been off work sick for 2 days, and now that I'm back, I've and heard:
"oh, you look a bit pale" (3 times.)
"maybe you should go home at lunch time" (twice.)
"are you sure you ok to be back at work?" (twice.)
"have a hard weekend did we?" (once)
*I just grumble and put my headphones on (mmm, Lenny Kravitz) and try to look busy
Leave me alone.
I close my eyes and let myself drift away with a calming day dream.
I am in a beautiful light-filled room, the glass doors have been folded back to allow the cool breeze to caress my body, the white gauze curtains float and dance, and the sun shimmers from the blue ocean below.
The bed is a magnificent four poster with wood so dark and smooth it looks to be a hundred years old. I'm is laying sprawled across it, skin glowing from the delicately scented oil that he is smoothing into my back with fingers that play seek and hide with tired muscles.
He is large, and powerful and I can feel his solid weight move on the bed, he hovers over me now - mouth, just inches from my skin, floating close. Almost touching, almost, I dares to arch my body but he teases me further, hot mouth, cool breeze, warm breath, the scented oil, him... ohh him... yes him.
I shiver and open my eyes, I'm still at work and my 35 page table is still waiting to be formated.
On a brighter note:
I'm about to do something I've not done before. I'm going to book a baby sitter and go on a date. Since I became single again (It'll be 2yrs in June) I've never been out on a date. Never. Not once.
I've never booked a baby sitter, got dressed up and gone out for an evening.
In two weeks I've got a date.
*starts scribbling a list of things to do*
*crosses 'find a man' off the list*
We are going to a restaurant called Edan, which sits out over the water, the front wall and one side of the restaurant are glass, and it gives the illusion that your sitting on the ocean.
I went there for a work function during the day and thought how amazing it must look in the early evening.
*crosses 'find a romantic date location' off the list*
I've asked Kofi to look after TK for the night and he said it would be his pleasure.
*crosses 'find a babysitter' off the list*
I'm going to do it right, I'm going to take an hour to get dressed and I'm going to put on make-up and style my hair. I'm going to change my dress 20 times and panic cause my shoes aren't right or because there is a zit on my forehead.
I'm not going to think about TK at all. I'm not, I'm not. I can't. I won't. Maybe just once.