The euphoria of my present life has taken another drasticÃƒâ€šÃ‚Â smack in the face, not a serious downturn or the worse butÃƒâ€šÃ‚Â a move in the wrong direction nonetheless. It’s all very well,Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â have discovered, to live and love as you will, but there are also things which need to be done to make life perfect or, at the very least, function as it should do; as you have planned it. To understand this you need to remember that I have been living at home for the last eighteen years, up until my move across Europe. Since leaving the States I have lived, briefly, in a number of good and bad hotels, hostels or pensions. I have been able to come back to my rooms, exhausted after a night on the town, throw myself under the shower and then dive between the sheets to sleep the sleep of the righteous. And that was my plan last night; unpack all my possessions; write my Blog; walk around my new apartment naked and then leap into bed and allow the world of dreams to whisk me away after a little bit of finger fun.
I’m sure you can imagine the scene exactly: Viki lying on the bed, her hair still a little bit damp perhaps, having solo pleasure. Something like this:
And believe me, that is exactly what I had planned, well, aside from the blue panties, that is! And that is exactly what didn’t happen.
It must have been close to midnight when I finally decided that there was a limit to wandering around naked within my own four walls and that, if I wanted to get any sleep at all, I ought to shut off the Internet and seek the land of dreams. Full of expectations I went into my bedroom, which is spacious and inviting, and stood before the large bed. That is, I stood before a large bed with a mattress across it. At home in the States and in every hotel I’ve visited since, the bed has always been freshly made and ready to envelope me. Now that I am a big girl and living in my own – brand new – apartment, there are things that I need to do for myself, and one of them is make the bed before I can crawl into it. Can you see where this is going?
Let me help you. A brand new apartment: no one has lived here for quite some time; the utilities have to be switched on when you arrive; the windows need to be opened to air the rooms; everything that is in the apartment you have brought through the front door yourself, with the exception of furniture in my case since this is a furnished apartment. See the problem?
There no food in the refrigerator, no cutlery or crockery in the kitchen, no toilet paper in the bathroom: there are no sheets in the bedroom cupboards. And I am sure that you can imagine me standing in the door of my new bedroom, as naked as the day I was born, with a flickering light bulb right over the point of my head where thoughts should be. Take my word for it:Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â a woman can buy new bedsheets nowhere in this town at midnight.
I slept on the couch fully dressed and, thanks to this sudden spark of reality in my life, there was no pearl-polishing either.
Love & Kisses, Viki.