My Master gave me one of his t-shirts to sleep in. I fall asleep with him, and I wake with him. How my mind works, a little warped at times...hehe...I always try and find a reason or explanation for things that I feel. I am a deep thinker and tend to be a little over analytical at times, but it helps me achieve mental fulfillment (most times). With my intelligence and this analytical attribute of mine it is not always a good thing because it can make me a procrastinator as well, just saying...lol...and yes, I know, a little weird.
So being that I am at my own devices today because Master is not available like he normally is I am doing some deep cleaning of my home and with that comes the deep thinking. And that has brought me to the feelings I have about his t-shirt.
He has worn this t-shirt many times because it is a little worn out. His body was kept covered, warm, and comfortable in it. He lived in it, his DNA is/was on it, and the words printed on it I know has some meaning to him. There are no threads hanging, the threads are all intact and it will last me forever. No holes, so there will never be a reason to mend it. It is completely whole. Do you see the metaphor I'm trying to set? His essence, spirit, life, is in it, and wearing it wraps me, like his hold on me does.
Therefore, he is always with me.
Aside from the metaphor type explanation I need to use an analogy as well, (mostly for my own need of self expression) I was raised Catholic. So as a Catholic the Eucharist or Holy Communion is where we accept, from the Priest, a small piece of sacramental bread/wafer. According to the teachings a transubstantiation takes place, a change of substance or essence, the bread is changed into the body of Christ. Therefore, when I accept the sacrament into my body, the body of Christ is then within me.
My King's t-shirt, is the bread.
I have slept in it for 4 nights. Last night I could barely smell him on it and this morning his scent is gone. It didn't really make me sad, disappointed perhaps, but not sad. Because, he is still part of it.
I do believe it is time to wash this precious item. When you have a piece of precious clothing the tag will say, wash by hand, hang dry or dry flat.
He has supplies here. Shampoo, body wash...other personal bathroom items. Things that give him that manly, perfect, scent.
So guess what I did...yup, I washed his t-shirt in his body wash and it is hanging in my shower to dry.
I will go to bed with the strong scent of him and will repeat this action each time his scent fades.
Some people will understand where I am coming from with all this jibber jabber. Then I'm sure some might think, is she fucken nuts.
Well. I am totally sane...I don't have my Master, physically, with me every day. I'm a slave deep down and I need that physical connection to my Master, my King. These thoughts, this t-shirt, keeps me closer to him. It keeps me focused, keeps me from needing him too much, and it keeps me warm at night.