I hated the wires.
I could not find a comfortable sleeping position.
I hated the pillows.
I hated the glue and tape on my head.
I awoke aroused at the edge of morning.
I am at the edge of menopause.
I am still fertile.
I must be ovulating.
I woke up feeling that familiar flush beneath my Moroccan gown.
I am a woman in my fifties recovering from a grand mal seizure.
I am absolutely insatiable, sexually.
I also desire something more.
I desire to feel, share, give, exchange, and receive love.
I am absolutely giddy this morning.
I guess a roadblock is finally down.
— cat, Dec 24, 2019, 6:20 AM EST