bookofmirrors | Serenity

No, not the movie... me.

Had an ...experience last night. Adjectives kinda defy me right now as being not quite adequate. However, this morning, I find that I feel very ...soft. Very calm. My usual need-to-get-the-fuck-up-and-get-my-ass-moving thing in the morning I'm finding incongruous and strange. I find myself falling into it out of habit (and necessity), but it's not who I am. I think I forget that a lot.

I also feel sensual. Even though in reality, I'm stumbling around less-than-gracefully, as I tend to do in the morning, and after fabulous sex, in my head, everything is fluid, sensual. I want to experience all things sensual today. I need to take a shower, and while it'll probably be a quick one, due to my need to get to work on time, in my head, I'm standing under the steaming hot water, using the soap to create thick rich bubbles that slide down my flesh, caressing every inch of me, the scent filling me with longing and peacefulness. I feel like I should be moving with the agility of beauty of a dancer, the brutal understated raw passion of the jungle cat. I feel like my eyes are half-lidded (that part is probably true), and bright, while at the same time, looking into other worlds where all the secrets of the world are conveyed in emotion which words cannot express. I feel the slight confusion and bemusement of that. The simple knowledge we all strive for at my fingertips, and filling my body, but I have no emotions capable of expressing it, no words even cross my mind that might describe it.

Bewildered wisdom.

Well...

At any rate, it's time for that shower now.