If you are reading this then you know that I am a naturist. A naturist is someone who participates in naturism, which is a clothes-free lifestyle. Naturism has nothing to do with sexual prowess or voyeurism. It involves doing ordinary things in the buff.
I walked up the stairs to the stage. I grabbed the microphone under the bright stage lights. I could feel the warmth of the lights on my skin. I could feel the attention in the room as the crowd cheered.
I finished putting my groceries away. I had the perfect song in mind to sing tonight. It was entitled "Sustaining." It was a dance song that I wrote when AJ kicked me to the curb like a raggedy soccer ball. This song is a message to haters and past love affairs that no matter what they did to me, I'm still going to make it.
I hated shopping during the holiday season. I tried to avoid the hustle and bustle of people looking for the perfect dinner ideas. I especially hated this holiday season because I would be spending it alone. Looking at all the happy couples flooded my soul with a cocktail of emotions.
It was an October Saturday. The air was crisp and clear with the essence of Autumn in the air. Since the air exuded pumpkin spice and sweaters, I decided to stay in and cook that night. The week had been strenuous, but the excitement was scheduled to arrive. The love of my life, AJ suggested that we meet at my place and have dinner and watch our favorite movies.
I woke up the next morning in a daze. My alarm blared its loud melody to wake me from an angry slumber. I had no desire to get up and join my girls for brunch.