Today, in this moment I want to be rescued. I want to be pampered, coddled and tended to. I want kindness heaped on me for no good reason. I want to be the center of some one's attention. I want someone to say "Don't worry, I got this" and I want it to be true. I want someone to run my bath and fill it with hot hot water with lovely oils and fluffy towels and when I get out of the bath I want him to rub my back with lotion. I want my feet massaged. I want my scalp massaged. I want to be fanned.
Today I want to be rescued. I want to be babied. I want to be wrapped in a hug that has nothing to do with sex or foreplay. I want poetry whispered in my ear. I want vegan chocolates and champagne at midnight and scrambled eggs and turkey bacon at noon.
It is lonely in my bed, in my house, in my life. I miss the company of someone. I miss mundane. I miss ordinary. I miss Sunday mornings with all the newspapers spread across the bed with bagels and non-dairy cream cheese (yes non-dairy cream cheese does exist). I want what used to be, because it ended before I could really enjoy it. Sigh.
Today in this moment I want to be rescued. I want to be thought of. I want to be wanted. I am tired of feeling like the last kid on the playground not picked for kick ball.(although that was not my reality as a child)
I want I want I want I want. I want to be rescued.... I don't want to be a lonely independent woman. And shut up to all those folks who say wait and fill your life with things and activities and crafts and toys and friends. I know all that stuff! I have done all that stuff!
In this moment...
...I want to be rescued.