There is a moment at the top of the slide, when you’re a child, in the playground, that ti
There is a moment at the top of the slide, when you’re a child, in the playground, that time hangs still. Except it’s not time that’s taking that pause, but you, sitting at the top of the slide. And you’re not waiting because you’re worried about the slide down, or that you’re anxious that you might hurt yourself. You’re waiting because, right now, you feel fucking fantastic. You’re a child suddenly elevated, pushed above the world in a way that you thought was hitherto impossible. Except you would never use the word ‘hiterto’, because you’re five years old and you can barely string a sentence together. She still had those moments. They were mostly when he wasn’t around, because while he elevated her in certain ways, that kind of joyous, atypical height was difficult when your partner was well over six feet. She’d wait till she had the house to herself, and then she’d find things to climb on top of. Part of it was jealousy, of course, wanting to see what he saw, know what it was like to have to duck underneath the doorframes. But most of it was just wanting to find the opposite to the floor. To know what it felt like to really stand, so that the next time she was on her knees for him she could properly appreciate it. Today was the bed. Somehow she’d left it out of her clamberings, mostly because she didn’t go into the bedroom unless to sleep, or one of the… other things that they did together. But she’d needed to change, and, once naked (always once naked), she’d climbed up onto the bed. The soft springs against her feet felt like a crowd lifting her up, and she bent her legs, testing the bounce. And then she jumped. The springs squealed in protest, but all she heard was the elated roar of the crowd. She moved up, and down, and up, and down, all to the adulation of her subjects, the Naked Queen seeing fit to grace us with her presence. She had the biggest grin on her face. Hands over her body. Mattress accommodating her feet. Time passed. And then it paused. She had to come down, at some point. It was Newtonian. But right now, she was going to savour it. -- source link
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