Dreama’s Diary–August 3
Today I want to be Lady Godiva riding naked on a sleek stallion. She did it to protest high taxes, but did that point get across when all they could think about was her lithe body and her long hair sweeping across her bare back as she rode? So fair and delicate in form and yet so strong and defiant in attitude, how could people not pay attention?
As I thought about Lady Godiva, I popped some Godiva Chocolates in my mouth. I had gotten them half-price at the mall. Cellulite would be the emphasis if I chose a naked stance in a moment of uninhibited glory. That is not how I’d like to be immortalized, though maybe I could champion a cause. Ready? Let’s roll. Let me strip and love this body. Let you love it with me.
But first, I have to wash my mildewy laundry. If only life were as non-intrusive as dreams.
I’m proud of myself. I didn’t mention Stefan today. I’m fearing this infatuation will get out of hand.