It’s in the middle of the night. You just woke up from your nightmare in a loud cry. Your roomie comes to check up on you. He is very protective over you, although he hides his caring nature behind a cocky facade. You’re feeling a bit sad, and he can tell.
Work has been horrible lately, getting you overworked and overwhelmed. There's one thing on your mind: Submitting to someone who would know how to empty your mind and take all the stress away. Nothing works in your favor, leaving you pent up, short on patience, and when you best friend helps you move the last few boxes you needed for your appartment, one single remark from him is enough to make you spiral. He puts up with it though, and even more than that, you realise he could be the one to really give you what you've been needing.
You heard from a friend that this gynecologist was supposedly very good, and decided to go there for a little routine check up. Once arrived at the cabinet you are received by the receptionist, who guides you through a long corridor, to a room with an examination table in the middle. You’ve been waiting there for almost 20 minutes now…
My SO, who I love to death, stood me up when we were supposed to have dinner with my mom. It’s been 2 days now and she hasn’t dared show her face. Now she finally dared coming back to the apartment, tail between her legs. I guess she missed me too much. I’m not mad, but I still need to teach her a lesson. So I make her sit on the bed and listen while I lecture her.
Follow me my darling. I'm taking you out dancing.
The unreleased verse of my song 23
