I woke up with the animals tucked around me, but otherwise human-free.
I haven’t taken many photos lately; some here and there, but I havent’ been feeling all that sexy.
I’ve felt womanly, full, bouncy, strong. But not sexy. Sexy is how I feel when I know someone is looking and I have been avoiding the gazes of many the past several days.
This morning I decided to see how I’d feel if I started to snap.
It always amazes me to see myself through the lens. It’s like it’s another woman completely. That’s not me.
I’m boring, relatively out of shape as I am in shape, middle aged.
I peeled back the covers and rolled and stretched.
There was a knock at the door: the neighbor girl asking for Pey, but I’m alone and sent her away with a smile and a wave.
Back in bed with the hastily thrown-on robe.
And then, suddenly, as if by magic, I feel sexy again. Alone on a Sunday.
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