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It's 8:24 and I'm in a robe and slippers

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It's 8:24 and I'm in a robe and slippers with socks Mr Smith gave me. Country music is playing on the TV and I folded the laundry, spent 10 minutes on the bike, and did all the dishes but those that have old refrigerator food in them (I'm so nice and left those for Mr Smith). I had leftover sweet potatoes, orange powerade and a bowl of cereal for dinner. I'm waiting for Mr Smith to come home. But he'll turn off the cheesy country music. I'll try to dance with him and it will last one second. His ears will be cold and he'll hide them in my neck and all over my face. I'll kiss his cold lips and warm him up close to me. He probably hasn't had anything to eat and will make nachos. He'll ask me if I've taken my pill and I'll tell him no so he'll go grab it and my water for me. We'll probably turn through the 5 news channels we have and then turn it off. He'll straighten out the bed quilt and sheets and make sure I have my water and cell phone. He'll lean over to listen to the baby in my belly. We'll read in bed and then turn off the lights. He'll tell me I'm beautiful and say it's my turn to pray. He'll kiss me goodnight and ask me if I'm warm enough. He may ask me to scratch his back and then massage his skin (the one mistake I ever made was tell him he could pick one part of his body he wants massaged because I didn't have energy. He chose his skin.)  I love you and sweet dreams, he'll say. 


Yeah, I don't know what's normal, but I like my normal life with Mr Smith.



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  1. kristin rené16 November, 2012

    I really, really liked this entry :) As ordinary as you believe it is, it's truly a fairytale.

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