Downward Facing Dog Lover

I dreamed last night that That Man and I were driving somewhere, and something happened, and he wrapped his arms around my middle and buried his had against my torso and was clinging and clinging and clinging to me. Holding on to me for dear life. What the hell does THAT mean?

Whoever you are, please hurry up

Buh. Frustrated.

That boy is like devil's food cake. Terrible for you, but God, it is so tempting.

Bad decision Monday? Is that a thing? I'm making it a thing.

And tonight I'm remembering the way you used to move me around on the couch, so you could lay your head on my chest to watch movies, my breasts your pillow. And you'd wrap my arms around you and hold my hands over your ur chest and after a few minutes, you'd kind of melt into me, and after a caught breath, I would feel myself melt into you, and I would kiss the top of your head. And I've never felt so safe and wanted in my life. How can I go home tomorrow? How long until I can stop being in love with you? When do I get to be done loving you?

So it's a long story, but John offered me a chance at a long term teaching job... At his school. Working with him. Everyday. Oh god. I want that job. I think.