this is my first try, do let me know if you people like it, then i'll continue..

The Routine​

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When one can speak in two languages he is called bilingual. Twice a year; biannual, one who sees pleasure in both sexes; bisexual. What would you call one with two names? With two identities? Split personality? Could there be a worse way to start this? My name is David and my name is Cathy. There was a brief time in history when there might have been confusion between the two and a mixed plethora of reasons as to why only one should exist, and even more as to which one should. But that is a story told some other time. I am Cathy now and maybe you'll hear it from David about that particular one. I will tell you of a day that is my regular routine now :​

It's six in the morning and the last few wisps of dream cloud my brain. I can faintly tell the light outside the window and the slightest feeling of sad acceptance seeps into my still sleepy mind. Somehow I can never like the daylight much. I am so much of a night person. I stirred, hiding my head into the nook of my arm, trying to force darkness to prevail longer. Forlorn hope. The door bell rings. Suddenly the clock work ticks in and with it a shower of happy feelings, my fiancée was home from her job. I twist and prop myself up at the same time, take off the top which clung to my body like skin. I take out the paddings out of my bra, and quickly wear my pajamas as the bell rings again. “Coming...” I let out a little loud, taking the t-shirt from the chair beside my bed and wearing it as I cross the hall from my bedroom to the front door. I open the door and there stands beauty personified, Lauren! Beside her is my sister-in-law(“to-be” if it pleases you better), Sarah. She gives me a broad smile as Lauren almost throws me down, taking me in her arms. I wind my arms around her and tuck my face into her hair. The freshness, the softness of her hair, her obsessing fragrance... and I think again that life is worth it, a small smile on my lips , still a little rosy from the gloss left over from last night.​

The door closed, Sarah goes to the extra bedroom which we gave her and we move into ours after of course sharing the early morning pleasantries of “good morning”s and “how was the day”s. Lauren kicks our door shut behind her and just melts into my arms, breathing in deep and snuggling up close to me. I gently rock her sideways, she's a baby to me at times just as much as I am to her. Her hands on my back, rubbing and feeling my body next to hers. She slips in one hand under my t-shirt, her fingers tracing the line of my bra and pushes a finger under the thin strap, moving, along the base to my shoulders. Her head tilts backwards as I bend down to meet her slightly parted lips. ​

 

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