smiling_for_the_sunshine Norm Itty bitty, blonde bombshell bursting with bouncy energy, she had some to spare: Although, she never would, she intended to use it all herself, whether she ever did or not. Not that she's greedy but she has big plans; big plans, big plans and she lived weekend to weekend. Funny story. Monday morning after a long weekend, a particularly long weekend. One of those weekends which was still the usual two days long but time would slow down at the most inopportune moments, as it, unfortunately, often will. A warm and sunny day in January, ah, the tropics, birds chirping and the sun creeps through the blinds, along the floor, on to the bed, and finally hitting me in the face. Slowly, I open my eyes enjoying an avian musical collaboration like I'd never heard. With my eyes open, it's still dark; until I lift a petite hand off of my face. I wake her, laughing and she smiles "What?" I take her hand and as I kiss it, smiling, I say "I just realized, your hands are the sun's rays." "Psssh, you're weird." she rolled over, back on to me. "Oh yes." I thought as I put my hands behind my head and stared up to the ceiling, smiling like a fool, I'm sure. Could my brain be so deteriorated that I could mistake a slap from a tiny hand for the warmth of the sun? Oh, well. In a millisecond she rolled over on top of me, straddling me, she scooted up my torso, and perched on my chest. She sank and rose with each breath I took, completely naked, the thin lines of light, which squeezed through the spaces in the blinds accentuated her curves and hugged her. What perfect nipples... But that's besides the point. She leaned over to kiss me and as she sat back upright she said, "wow, what a shitty fucking weekend." perky, smiley. It would be hard to believe her if I hadn't been there, but I laughed to myself "we've escaped!" and I imagined her feeling like she had just crawled from the chasm of some great, deep labyrinth; smiling for the sunshine. "Don't you love the sunshine?" "Yeah..." Ironically, we stayed in bed 'til the sun went down. We also took the liberty of, literally, extending our weekend and filled our heads with pixie dust and our bellies with moons nectar. 070207 what's it to you? who go blather from