T-minus 5 days

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as directed....

Last night I was feeling very empty and broken. Just a shell of myself, emotionally exhausted by the roller coaster I call my life and physically worn out by the work I've been doing.

Right now my communication time with DT has been limited by my FX, discretion is his buzz word so he asks that I don't talk to DT when the kids are up or around. Which sounds reasonable right? Until you realize that he keeps the phone tied up himself after the girls are out for the night, or while I'm in the car and away from them, further cutting into my time with DT. But I digress...

Last night...I was so tired that DT sent me to bed early. It hurt me to hang up, to shut down and go to sleep. In essence, I was taking away my time with him myself. And it bothered me. Knowing this to be true DT put on his Dom cap and sent me to bed with instructions to sleep well, dream of him, and to come back this morning and write about one of those dreamed of moments when we are together and things are good.


So, here goes.

The moment was quiet, peaceful, loving...

The sun was coming in the windows of a bedroom I've never seen before, the bed was HUGE piled high with pillows and warm down blankets. And burrowed deep in its depths was DT, and me. Curled up around each other, talking about our lives, how we got to this place. Where we wanted to go from there, and just enjoying the feeling of being together.

We kissed and cuddled, talked and laughed. It was comfortable, easy, and so very very right.

Its flashes and images like this that pull me through the days, toward my goal. Thank you, Sir, for making me look at them more closely when I needed it most.