A morning conversation.

I wake up startled; my alarm has gone off, and I haven’t needed my alarm for a week.  Oh, shit, I think, as I scramble to turn it off and get out of bed.  I’ve gotten accustomed to leaving that extra bit early, and I direly need a shower.  Should I skip my pushups this morning?

You know better, Little Bird.  Slowly, proper form.

I sigh, drop into form, and do my five modified pushups.  Rising, I flip on the bathroom light, grab my facewash and toothbrush, wrap myself in a towel, and book it towards the other (working) shower.

Mumblz is in the bathroom.  I scream internally, ducking back into the bedroom to pull clothes while I’m waiting.

The bathroom is free; I get into the shower and get moving.  Brush teeth, wash face, shampoo –

You didn’t do that properly.  Do that again, slower.

I take a breath.  Yes, Sir.  Mindfulness.  Shampoo again, conditioner, quick suds.  The water is getting cold, and I speed up.

There’s no rush.

But the water is cold!  You’re enjoying this.

I feel Him smile.  I’m not rushing you.

I rinse quickly, dry off, wrap up, rush to the bedroom.  Kit is up, and I head for our bathroom to brush and braid my hair.  Right side.  And red.

I wince; I am not up to wearing that bra today.  Blue, please?

I see Him nod.  Heels.

I sigh in resignation, braid my hair carefully, put on His necklace, and pull on my clothes, mentioning to Kit that “He’s chatty this morning.”  I get the news that it’s foggy outside, and my Siblings are out.  I dig for barrettes as I try to figure out what to grab for lunch in the little time I have left and how much candy (gifted to me by Mugwump after his trick-or-treating) to take to work.

Remember to take Me with you.  I grab the green stone heart from my altar.  You can buy today, if you’re clever about it.  And two pieces of candy.

I’m petulant this morning.  Just two?  I look at the pile.

Just two.

I pick two.  Can I take a sucker?

Just two.

I pout, but put my two pieces in my bag, grab my coat and two apples for breakfast, and wake the Mugwump while Kit finishes collecting his things.  I still feel Him with me as I walk into the foggy morning.

About Fala

Fala Redwing is dedicated to Cernunnos as lover, submissive, and slave. A practicing Pagan since 2001 and a member of the BDSM community since 2006, Fala is an eclectic Witch and natural switch. Fala can be contacted at falaredwing@gmail.com.

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