Copyright © 2006 M.E Ellis
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You know, sometimes it does a body good to lounge about and do nothing. I mean, I'm in my nice warm bed, my quilt a cushion against the unfairness of my day. I'm comforted by the warmth it produces and know I deserve to have time off work after the crappy day I've had. Boss said not to come back until I'm better. Well, that might just have to be next week.
Even though daylight still brightens my bedroom, it's great to snuggle in bed knowing Office Pervert and The Bitches are still at work. It's a satisfying thought. I rub my poor boob and hope the burn doesn't go mushy and green with infection. I saw that once on a TV programme, you know. This bloke got burned at work and he didn't clean it properly and it turned manky. No, I wouldn't want an infected tit. What if it heals and leaves a scar? That would be just so unfair!
Lying here like this enhances my feelings of loneliness. Wouldn't it be great if someone else shared this bed with me? I could have come home and told my significant other that my day had been appalling. He'd take me in his arms, squash me up against him, and all the horrible events would bleed out of me. We'd go to bed, have a jolly old time and fall asleep in one another's arms.
Who am I kidding? It isn't going to happen. The males at work are married to their jobs—and they aren't exactly good looking enough for me anyway, not that I'm beautiful myself, but hey, you've got to have standards, right? I don't see any other man except in the usual day-to-day sense. Drive past one on the street. Smile shyly at another at a traffic light. I really need to get out more, go to a bar. Even just going to a place populated with people would give me a better chance of meeting someone. I really do have the urge to have riotous sex. The Love Quest. That's what I'll call my mission to find a decent partner.
I fall asleep thinking of Adonis look alikes in loincloths, their peckers pleased to see me.