Between the fact that life is just a crazy place to live (which makes my mind highly uncooperative), and a raging infection, sex just really hasn't been on the menu lately.
But I think it's fair to say that if I keep having these dreams, I might go bonkers long before my body decides to cooperate.
What's up with that?
It's just not right.
I have to go to work. And suddenly, I really, really don't want to.
I want to live in that imaginary world where one can think infections into oblivion, my mind is always where it should be, and I get to turn around and go straight back to bed...Curl up to that glorious back, and go straight to sleep after he's had his way with me.
It's quite possible that there's unicorns and rainbows there too!
And no, I haven't taken up drugs. It's just a very odd morning--one of those where walking out of the house alone feels like going into the grocery store naked.