Monday morning. My alarm goes off at 8 and I wake up topless, my mouth dry, cuddled up next to Andrew, basking in the happiness of the night before. No, Andrew and I did not sleep together. He’s gay. He did however give me ecstasy last night and keep me company for a terrific roll.
Jump back to Sunday. I sleep most of the day because excruciating cramps have kept me awake all night. I watch movies and cry and wallow in self pity. Finally Andrew comes home and my world brightens up a little with my best friend beside me.
Andrew gives me a baggy and inside it is a beautiful gift. Ecstasy. 6 hours of unbelievable drug induced bliss. Just what I need after such a shit day. About a half hour after I take the pill, my world is transformed from one of misery to one of orgasmic happiness. The wind blowing past my body causes me to shiver with delight. I can do anything. I could fly if I wanted. I do want to, but I’m not stupid enough to think I can actually fly. And it doesn’t matter that I can’t because walking is like flying. I stretch and I can touch the stars. My limbs growing far past normal length. I am invincible. I am happy. Truly happy.
Andrew’s fingers dance along my back and it is as if a million tiny ballerinas are performing swan lake with my body as their stage. As they finish their performance and take their final bows, my body shakes in joy and pleasure.
Andrew tickles me and instead of jumping away as I usually do, I dissolve into a fit of laughter at the sensation on my body and the concept of tickling. What a funny thing it is really. My fit of laughter causes Andrew to laugh causing me to laugh harder and harder causing him to do the same. We spend a good half hour laughing uncontrollably. What a funny thing laughter is.
Andrew runs a feather across my body and I scream in delight at this new sensation. So familiar and so alien.
Andrew bites my arms and my neck and my ears. I errupt in delight.
I roll around on the bed amazed at my own body, every thing it can do and feel. All these new sensations. My leg rubbing against the mattress. The sheet floating about my body. My hair brushing against my back.
I fall asleep cuddled up with Andrew. Joni Mitchell carries me off to dream land. A sense of safety and comfort all around me.
Monday morning. My alarm goes off at 8 and I wake up topless, my mouth dry, cuddled up next to Andrew, basking in the happiness of the night before. It doesn’t matter that I have to work in an hour. It doesn’t matter that my womb is screaming at me. It doesn’t matter that I’m out of tampons. I’m on an ecstasy after glow with nothing but serotonin pulsing through my brain.
