August 19, 2004

Tag, you're it.

Good sleep last night. It came easily, gently for a change, without being actively pursued to exhaustion. And when it arrived it was a restful sleep that recharged and restored all aspects, body, mind, soul, and even a few other things that I had forgotten could use benefits of a peaceful sleep.

Restful, tender sleep hasn't come easily to me in recent memory. It hasn't been a part of my life for many months. I can almost tell you the days that my mental or emotional gymnastics didn't keep me up, and they almost all lead back to days when I was able to open-up and share a piece of my heart or my soul, or even my womanhood. Sometimes it has been shared over the telephone.

That something as insignificant in our everyday lives as a telephone could bring satisfaction and fulfilment to a person's psyche is fascinating and frightening simultaneously. I'm amazed that I will share things with a person over the phone within very few minutes of dialing that I would not have revealed in person for hours, days, weeks, maybe even ever. But the safety of that thin little wire and tinny speaker gives me a courage, albeit probably a false one.

Sadly, I know I may never see face to face the person with whom I have had a humorous, touching, or arousing conversation over the phone. I may never have the opportunity to personally share the intimacy that we shared in my soft bed in a darkened room, alone but for the touch of a piece of electronics pressed against my ear. But the verbal intimacy we did have was sweet and genuine and felt very, very real.

It sent away my demons for just a little while and gave me a delicious little thrill. Hearing my name said with that soft accent sent a little charge of electricity through my belly and into the darkness.

And it gave me enough peace with myself that I was able to rest peacefully for a few hours. I was reminded that I was still a woman, still desirable, still able to... Well, that's for an email, not here.

I can only hope that my phone will ring. Soon. I enjoyed myself immensely.

Tag. You're it. .

Posted by Mamamontezz at August 19, 2004 08:28 AM

I hope that was me you're talking about.

Posted by: Acidman at August 21, 2004 01:21 AM

No one else. *smile*

Posted by: Mamamontezz at August 21, 2004 11:13 AM

Come to think of it, so was this

But of course, I'm sure you knew that.

Posted by: Mamamontezz at August 21, 2004 12:47 PM

poker me up

Posted by: poker me up at December 30, 2004 03:00 PM

Cum summam patrimoni insculpere saxo!

Posted by: vimax at April 8, 2005 05:04 PM
Post a comment

Remember personal info?