So vivid, so intense that the emotion of it still swells in my chest. I awoke this morning from a dream so wonderful I nearly want to cry, knowing that it’s not my current reality.
The dream: I had been dolled up, intending to spend the day doing activities although dream-me had a tiredness that could be felt even through the slumbering haze of dreamland. As I return home Daddy is there. Sitting on the couch, head leaned back, resting carelessly. His lap is inviting, calling to my weary bones to rest, the way a patch of light beckons a sleepy kitten. I seemed to have been trying to keep quiet, tip toeing my stocking covered feet across the floor. He whispers, His presence alone was enough and He knew it. “Sneaky little girly, what are you up to”. Dream me is raw, emotional, nearly coming undone at the sound of His voice. He looks at me. Eyes a deep, deep brown, nearly black, yet so expressive. His jaw ripples with tension as He scans from toes finally up to my gaze. Something in my posture or gaze alerts Him to what I must need, what I crave with every ache in my body. His strong hands pat His lap, veins shifting as He flexes and moves. My steps lead me to my goal and I settle into His lap, my perfect seat. He wraps big arms around me and His breath washes over me as He breathes a single phrase that is my undoing, “Relax, I’ve got you.”
Daddy didn’t look like any one man per se. But someone powerful and comfortable leading, sure of Himself and abilities. I don’t know if dreams come true but I really hope this one does. I’m tired, a weariness that has settled into every part of me and made a home. My body is where tiredness lives. I desperately need to relinquish this weight and rest.