It's the little moments I like.

- When Mr. Y brings me up a cup of coffee in the morning, snuggled in bed, and allows me to take a few moments to get myself alive again, ignoring my sour milk morning breath and brillo-pad bed hair.

- When my eyebrows are perfectly plucked and looking good.

- Knowing that I have a holiday coming up. I'm one of those that makes lists of things I need to take with me, and also one of those that like to cross off said items from my list.

- Feeling the arch and pull of the muscles in my thighs when I wear cute girlie fuck-me strappy shoes. Like I am wearing again today.

- Sunshine smacking me on the shoulder-blades and back, dripping down my face and neck.

- Wearing a ponytail. I think I never want short hair ever again.

- Watching people on the train and on the tube. Seeing a long-haired, hippy type man, all copper bracelets and headband, an aging lover of Woodstock and the Eagles, who whips a cell phone out of his pocket and starts discussing share prices. A young woman with a januty belt sat snugly over a tiny exposed stomach, reading a paper and balancing with one arm against a bar. A shy Indian woman, watching the passengers of the tube with what looks like wary eagerness.

- Watching my flowers bloom, and knowing that more will come.

- When Mr. Y made breakfast and served me mine first yesterday.

- Having a warm purring cat snuggled in my arms or on my lap. A cat that trusts me, loves me, needs me.

- Watching "Have I Got News For You" on tv. Even the old ones.

- Reading something or getting a comment from someone that tells me that for one second, I popped outside the "Crazy Helen" bubble and met someone that understands and knows what I feel about something, too.

- That Mr. Y's step-mother, a woman shunned by his family, was the first person in his whole extended family to take a picture of me yesterday, maybe as a sign that she thinks I am going to be around for a little while.

- Falling asleep in bed with either Mr. Y's arm around me and the smooth silk of his perfect cock curved against my lower back. Or with me lying behind him as he reads, my arm just above the arc of his pelvis, with his warm heat oozing over my wrist.

- Understanding and saying the right things. I wish it could happen more.

-H.

Posted by: Everydaystranger at 11:30 AM | Comments (11) | Add Comment
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1 Helen, can you really orgasm in your sleep. neet trick! Robo.

Posted by: Rob at July 21, 2004 11:59 AM (2hKEo)

2 That was really nice, I enjoyed reading it. By the way, how does Mr. Y feel about his step mother now since he understands her prespective better? Just curious

Posted by: Jadewolff at July 21, 2004 12:47 PM (hl2F8)

3 Excellent list. It's the little things, which when taken in perspective, become so large. I think that's how it should be.

Posted by: RP at July 21, 2004 01:53 PM (LlPKh)

4 Word of the Day hypnagogic \hip-nuh-GOJ-ik; -GOH-jik\, adjective: Of, pertaining to, or occurring in the state of drowsiness preceding sleep.

Posted by: Rob at July 21, 2004 02:07 PM (2hKEo)

5 Very cool list. Dont forget to add your fav cereal to it.

Posted by: Drew at July 21, 2004 02:18 PM (CBlhQ)

6 I think that is good therapy, to sit down and think about all the little things that make us feel good. I think I will do that today and make my own list. Thanks H!

Posted by: justme at July 21, 2004 04:38 PM (PoHZZ)

7 BTW, the correct name for those shoes is "Come Fuck Me Pumps".

Posted by: MS at July 21, 2004 06:56 PM (/aToP)

8 I want to bring up that you mentioned Mr Y's step mom and his "smooth perfect cock" in the same post.

Posted by: pylorns at July 21, 2004 08:01 PM (FTYER)

9 I can too and that is a lovely list.

Posted by: melanie at July 21, 2004 10:42 PM (jDC3U)

10 The "fuck me shoes" thing... Thank you for the mental imagery. Thank you thank you thank you. Combine that with the ponytail, and NOW we're REEELLY gettin' somewhere!

Posted by: Mike the Marine at July 23, 2004 06:00 AM (ol7V1)

11 Very nice, girlie girl. I'd post my own, too, but I have this problem wherein I read a Helen Post and can't blog for a few hours due to my severe feelings of inadequacy. I'm really not worthy.

Posted by: Emma at July 23, 2004 06:03 AM (NOZuy)

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