I felt every thought.
Every doubt. Every flaw.
Until I didn’t.
Until the order of the command became the only thing that mattered.
No longer did I care if the position made me look my best. So long as it is what he asked for.
The thoughts began to fly far away until I was comfortable with my own vulnerability.
No longer needing to hide it away and fill the moment with sound.
My silence is peaceful. It is calm. I await my next command. I am here to do as I’m told and I am happy. I am content.
I feel no doubt. Or shame. Or embarrassment.
I simply wait.
I wait for you to decide. And I await your words.
Like water when I’m thirsty. I drink them in as fuel to the feeling.
I am dizzy. I am calm. I am yours.
And I finally do not think. I am still.
So still.
