comfy seat

Excitment ahead I'm hoping. Some weird feeling of a little bit of adventure in the air. Slowly I seem to be getting back to normal. I wouldn't be going on about it too much yet, just in case... but I can't help getting excited.

I heard a little voice inside of me last time but won't do it again. promise. last thing I remember was avoiding eye contact, pretending nothing happened, denying the sexual tension, receiving a hug I would later know it was addictive. I think I might have got it all mixed up... people and memories and stories. reality and imaginary. naughty naughty. and still got the time to make the worst meal ever. thank goodness for his politness.

just feeling like it doesn't matter where I am... it always feels like I should actually be on a certain lap. does any of this make sense?