Mirror on the wall
She stands in front of me looking ohh so spectacular with ginger braids that flays as she turns this way and that, searching for flaws with a frown on her face. “This dress makes my ass look flat”, she says to me – or maybe to herself; I never learned to tell the difference. With a huff at me, she turns and walk away, unconsciously sashaying all the way out of my view. I stare at the the vacant doorway, as it is the only view I have now and start counting the seconds until she gets back. It is 2734 seconds. She comes back this time wearing a boyfriend jean – that’s what she calls them – and some frilly pink top that bares a little bit of her stomach. Again, she looks spectacular. She turns this way and that, striking poses as she turns. Then she burst out into a song, “I’m sexy and I know it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m sexy and I know it”. She always sung in a tone that made me itch somehow. I could sometimes feel her voice passing through my body, like now. But I also love when she burst ...