So, there I was waking from a non-withdrawal stricken, peaceful sleep and I realized, "Hey! It's only 9 a.m.! Papi might still be up from the graveyard shift!"
I jumped out of bed excited to have a morning hug and opened our empty shelled, echo-istic pocket door.
I whipped it open with fervor, like a child opening her door for her very special birthday and my first vision of the morning?
Papi with a needle stuck in his ass.
Now, I haven't really been talking about my issues with hormones lately. I think I just needed to breathe a little bit about it.
Those hormones are still the thorn in my side with this transformation.
I'm getting used to Papi's ever changing 'man zone'. I guess I just ignore how it's happening.
Point is though, it never fucking fails.
My love does his very best to keep this vision away from my delicate eyes, and time and time again I walk in on him.
This time had to be the best though.
The face on both of us.
He, looking with a side view, lip pierced glance of, "You've got to be kidding me."
I, doe eyed with a gaping mouthed face of, "You've got to be kidding me."
I know that I've come so far in this journey. There's so much more to go for me. But to see this vision first thing in the morning feels a bit like I'm being sent a message.
Deal with it?
How about, it's time to start processing it?
All I know is, first thing in the fucking morning?!?!?
This could prove to be an interesting day.
When these little nudges of 'hey Andréa, how about we look at this now?' start coming, then the fun really begins.
There truly is no rest for the wicked.
i trust in the process of life