Why? Why should I be sorry?

Grins

slowly learning about this new... existence... the simpler instructions now sinking in

Turns my head and watches the commotion.

*getting my coffee and heading out to the gazebo. Say two without a nightmare. Which means a good sleep. Not sure if it's being tired or what that makes the difference, but so grateful that cycle has finally ended!

Settling into the swing, rocking slowly, letting the caffeine help wake me*

"I know. But one less reminder probably can't hurt anything."

Smiles and nods.

I had of course brought my mug with me. Full of tea naturally

Swipes your sunglasses and holds them away from you.

"Now say you're sorry."

if she tells me to, i try my best

Yes, but you will try. Won't you?

Comes in to hang out and stop being a little bitch gurl

In service to Her

I have to say it was another good night. I feel rested, but don't have much motivation to do anything.

As far as temptation, thanks but that comes in many forms.

whole

or break my ankle trying!

If you're devoted you'll learn to dance in them.

bodies writhing together, flesh to flesh….

occasional half memories of past life, kept in check by drugs and exhaustion

"How did you sleep?"

Smiles and has made a point of not having a mug with her this morning, so as not to tempt you.

not sure i could even stand in those shoes though!

oleo