I had a massage. It's hard to complain about a massage. I like everything about them. The lighting alone was enough to put me in a good mood. It was nice and dim with very little stimuli. And when the masseuse told me to strip down to my boxers, I really warmed up to the place.
I was told to lay on my stomach. There was a donut hole thing to rest my head on. I put my forehead and a good part of my face into it and closed my eyes.
The masseuse started in on me. I felt her hands. They were kind of small and clammy, but I didn't mind. I thought about my life and the masseuse's life and how at that exact moment we came together- she from halfway around the world, her life, whatever it was before she placed her hands on me, and mine.
I had my face in the donut hole and I imagined sapphire and citrine colored diamonds floating in blackness, and a Tinker Bell fairy flying through the air with a magic wand. Beams of light shot out of the diamonds. The fairy was wearing a peach colored leotard and ballet slippers to match as she danced through space.
When a baby laughs for the first time, that's when a fairy is born.
I was told to lay on my stomach. There was a donut hole thing to rest my head on. I put my forehead and a good part of my face into it and closed my eyes.
The masseuse started in on me. I felt her hands. They were kind of small and clammy, but I didn't mind. I thought about my life and the masseuse's life and how at that exact moment we came together- she from halfway around the world, her life, whatever it was before she placed her hands on me, and mine.
I had my face in the donut hole and I imagined sapphire and citrine colored diamonds floating in blackness, and a Tinker Bell fairy flying through the air with a magic wand. Beams of light shot out of the diamonds. The fairy was wearing a peach colored leotard and ballet slippers to match as she danced through space.
When a baby laughs for the first time, that's when a fairy is born.
