I am sick, I feel like rubbish.
Can't get off the couch.
It's at these times when the reality of not being free to 'belong' entirely to Sir is highlighted.
He can advise from the other side of town. He can 'worry' about His girl, but He can't be here.
I tell Him I am glad He can't be here as I look outrageously atrocious and don't want to spoil the illusion!
He says, 'Stop it! Go to bed now please.'
I beg for a little more time, a favourite television program is on.
'Alright, but then straight off to bed.'
'Yes Sir, Thank you. x'
|artist Gregory Hergert via Sarah's view Blog|