The sense of impending doom is lurking behind every door as I open it, through every window as I push them wide to let the cold air in to clear out the night’s misgivings. No cacophony to greet me, just a few warning chirps echoing in the silence of the stillest air.
Vivid dreams still dance in my head, my body flushing warm from the recollections conflicting against the crisp air and fighting for a place on my skin. I ignore the dread, instead embracing the heat my mind provides. Morning chores are a lot more entertaining when you have memories attached to every surface.
Rousing a grumpy teen, poking the bear from the safe distance of the doorway, banishes those thoughts from my mind though I can still feel the pleasure between my thighs. Not now. We run through the day ahead, the evening’s activities bringing a little excitement to her drowsy eyes and then a smile. My own rainbow in a storm.
Another warm hug, this one reaching the depths of me, like arms wrapped around my waist with hands placed gently on my tummy pulling me close. A warm embrace, whispering promises for later into my ear as I gaze out the window. Lost in my thoughts, the teen tells me it’s time to leave.
Friday mornings are reserved for music instead of conversation, my charge takes control of the playlist giving a sense of where her mind is at. Contemplation is the word that springs to mind. Familiar roads wind through the landscape, hills and corners giving breathless moments as the land meets the sea - a reminder of the doom as I observe the darkness of the sea in stark contrast to the sun-filled sky. I allow the dread to return, but only for a moment.
Human activity rudely interrupts my indulgent, wandering mind as we near the school. Reminders, checks and well wishes for summer tests spill from my lips automatically, a promise of fun in the evening. Mutterings are returned, a pause, then a clear “I love you” and my rainbow returns with a smile.
My mind is alert now, wide open to the possibilities of today. My playlist is my own, a Friday feeling starts to take hold as the volume grows, window open, sun beating in, sharp air fighting with the soft breath of my hapless singing, reminding me of the dread.
I reach a point I always love to stop, pull over and sit on the wall to take it all in, this beautiful place I call home. Silence. The sun beats down, attracted to the dark clothes I’m wearing, heating already warm skin underneath. Land and sea meet then immediately rise to a steep climb where fields are lush and green, little white dots scattered moving about on their morning scavenge of fresh shoots. I see it now, the dread, that sensational dark cloud finally taking shape as it moves over the mountain into sight. My eye is drawn back to the sea. So calm, so settled, so dark and brooding, an ominous warning of what’s to come.
Home I go, excitement building from my toes up giving energy to my steps to the door. Then I hear it as I turn the key: The low grumble of thunder an assault on my body as I feel it from my feet permeating my being. It’s here.
I take the stairs two at a time, my knees loudly arguing with my energy to get there. Another growl, louder this time, giving haste to my need to be naked. I dive under the covers, soft fleece embracing me in a familiar settling to the shape of me, my body alive, begging for release.
A gentle tug on the string between my legs, an involuntary moan from deep inside me as the jiggle balls pull free followed by a wet stream of pleasure. It’s getting closer, louder. One by one I remove the clamps hidden by my clothes all morning. Blood rushes in as waves of want and need take my breath away. Mmmm it’s time. Then finally a roar from Mother Nature muffles my own. Hello Friday 😈.
