Kain's Domain

Just got home from the oral surgeon. Erin was right; I didn't die. Though, right now I feel like I did. My head is spinning at the moment, it feels very light-headed, and I have a headache... I also have a weird feeling in my mouth from where my teeth were, and the blood is clotting... I keep ending up with a tongue coated with blood... I can't eat anything that's hot or not soft, so I'm basically restricted to pudding and yogurt.

I got there, and they brought me into this room and hooked me up to this machine, and then left me there as I watched my heartbeat rate and pulse. Generally they hovered between 60-65, but I was having a bit of fun trying to slow it down and speed it up. I managed to get them down to 50 and up to about 75-80. It was more difficult to slow down my heartbeat than it was to speed it up.

Then they came in and asked if I wanted laughing gas, and I said I was supposed to be knocked out, and they said they were going to give me the works. So they put this mask over my nose, and it didn't make me laugh at all even once. Then they stuck this needle in my hand, and soon I could actually feel inside my body, the numbness working it's way through it. I'm fuzzy on how much time has passed, but the surgeon was soon wiggling my tooth, and the next thing I know, I'm coming to, my glasses are back on, and they're sticking gauze strip thingies in my mouth.

So my mom drove me home, and here I am, and I thought I'd come on now matter what state I'm in, and let everyone know I'm still alive. Damn. Why'd Erin have to be right?

And yes, I'm kinda talking to Erin again on occasion, but just because I am doesn't mean I'm going to write about it, as I still plan on respecting her wishes and not write about her often, even if she's not reading my blog anymore. I missed talking to her, and I don't like ignoring the people I care about.

At the beginning of last week, a couple days after I started hanging out on the garage ledges, I happened to notice as I was looking down on the street, that she was sitting on the bench in front of the entrance. So I sucked up the uncomfortability I had been feeling lately, walked up to her, and said hello. She said hi back and asked how I was doing, and I told her and asked back. She was telling me about how her kitty cat was sick and going to the vet... We discussed some more stuff and walked up to the office.

Over that last week, I walked up to her on occasion when I noticed her sitting alone at lunch or when I just wanted to know how her kittycat was doing. I'm an animal-lover, especially cats, and I had lost two cats in the past, Cocoa who was really sick and had to be put to sleep, and Squeeky who was in my first apartment when it burned down. So I know how tough it can be when you're worried about losing someone you love, and how sad it is for such a great animal to pass on...

On Monday, when I asked how the kitty was doing, it turns out that she was too sick and had to be put to sleep. I know it's better that now the kitty is not in pain and suffering anymore, but it's just very sad... I wish I could have done something... You know, I'm an artist, I could have made an image and auctioned if off to raise the money, with all proceeds going to save the kitty. Yeah, I know if she heard that, she'd probably get mad and think I would be putting time and energy into her, but it's got nothing to do with that. To me, it's about doing what's right and helping...

Anyways, yesterday, I approached her at her desk to ask her if she's take a walk with me, but she declined, saying she had to meet the big guy in the cafetaria. She asked what was up, and I told her about my worries with the oral surgeon, and she said I shouldn't worry about it (though, it didn't help that I later overheard her say to the big guy that she was sick and doesn't want to go to the hospital because "they'd have to knock me out, and look at what happened to my cat"...)

But I continued, saying that I wanted to tell her something while I still had the chance incase I didn't get to tell her in the future, and then I apologized for everything I had put her through. I didn't want to leave behind anyone I care about without apologizing for the wrongs I've done. Well, except Sky, because trying to make peace with her is like adding gasolene to fire. Anyway, Erin said not to worry about it, and that I wasn't going to die.

I have to admit, I'm not sure what she was referring to with "don't worry about it" that second time. Not to worry about what I put her through, or the operation, or both. I'm also rather confused as to how we stand right now... She doesn't seem uncomfortable around me anymore, but then, I haven't been as clingy as I was before, like I usually am with new friends. I really only talk to her once a day now, if that.

We've had a few conversations where she seemed in a good mood talking to me, like when we were discussion books she read and a movie she saw, so it doesn't seem like she hates me as much as I thought... She obviously still feels I'm not good enough to be her friend, though... She never approaches me to talk like before, it's only if I happen to start talking to her first. And that's okay, I guess, I wouldn't want to try to have someone as my friend who doesn't want me as one. So the ball's in her court now...

Tried to catch Steph last night, but she was at her friend's house again. Now that she's back in school, she seems to be spending a lot of time working on projects and hanging out with Trevor. She told me about a week ago that she was very proud of me because of my job and stuff. So that was nice. This weekend I'm going to try to burn a disc for her of stuff she wanted, now that I've got the Hard Drive space back to be able to copy it to HD so I can burn it. Then I'll have to get down to the post office to mail it out, though.

Mike, I hadn't talked to in several weeks, due to my job tying up all my time and then being drop-dead tired when I get home. I used to talk to him for hours every single night, and I feel like I've deserted him sometimes when I go without talking to him for long. When I talked to him last night, he was happy to hear from me again, and we caught up on gaming stuff. He's trying to work on creating a game, which I know will be tough, I'd never attempt to make the type he wants to, I couldn't be able to do it...

Jo-Ann, I haven't been able to get on the phone (at work, I never get her on the phone at home) in several days. I call and it usually goes straight to her away message. I have run into her in the convienance store on the third floor a couple times on my way back from hanging out on the ledge during lunch and break, though. I ran into her two days ago there, as she was with one of her co-workers, some woman in her 50s or something. Later on the phone, Jo-Ann told me that this co-worker said I was a really nice, polite guy. Heh...

I got scolded by one of the higher-up supervisors yesterday. On Wednesday, one of my co-workers came to me for help working on inputting stuff in a Word table. The woman who used to handle it prior kept it really messy and very difficult for the new woman to update. So I told her to send me the document, and I'd clean up the table in a way so that she'd be able to update it easier. I did that, but as it turns out, the supervisor needed to present it yesterday at a meeting, and because the "header" wasn't on the top of the latest page, she was upset. The way the form was before I touched it also had a header problem, but that's beside the point, I had cleaned up the form without asking first. So she came to me and told me in the future to talk to her first before changing a form. She said it nicely, but make no mistake about it, it was a scolding...

"No good deed goes unpunished" is the story of my life, I guess...

Anyways, I'm tired, and feeling totally out of it, despite nodding off many, many times during writing this. Heh. I just wanted to let everyone know I'm alive and well. Okay, alive atleast... So I'm going to head off to get some rest now and hope I don't wake up with a mouth full of blood... I think I may take the weekend off to fully recover. 'Night all.

Tomorrow is the oral surgeon appointment... Just incase I don't make it, I just want to say it's been...educational...writing this blog. It's been instrumental in allowing me to express my feelings openly to whomever might want to read them, rather than just rolling around in my head; and it's also had it's part in hurting things that seemed like they were going good.

I've learned a lot, which is a good thing...especially considering the prices some of the lessons had. The blog has been a major part of my life since I started writing it, believe it or not. Just for the fact that nothing else happens in my life, and by writing my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, I get to preserve them in time, unrestricted by the fading memories of days gone by, when my mind clicks back to "reality."

In fact, before settling on "Kain's Domain", I was going to call it "The Stream". Because it was going to be a "stream of consciousness" type of blog, to write about all the things that cross my mind in a day. I couldn't make a nice enough picture of a stream for the logo, though, so I changed it. But I still write about everything that I think about, which I guess isn't a good idea sometimes...

To all the readers who have been coming here and putting up with my depressed state lately, I thank you. If I survive the surgery, I will let you all know as soon as possible. If ya'll never hear from me again...well, thank you and good-bye.

I heard some bad news earlier, and I am sad, and I don't want to talk about it, so instead, you get a Personality test thingy results.

I have nothing against Sundays personally, in fact, back when I was with Sky, Sunday was my favorite day of the week. But ever since having a job, Sundays seem to pull me in two different directions due to the fact that I have work the following day.

Now, I should point out that for the most part, my life is completely empty. Of all the friends I have, most of them have moved away and are online and I really only chat with two of them now, and even not that often. The two friends I do have offline, I either see them once in a blue moon (Jo-Ann) or every two or so weeks (Ed.) So suffice it to say, when Sunday comes around, I look forward to it ending so that I'll get to work on Monday and be around other people and have something to do.

However, I also don't want the weekend to end, because I know there's a lot of things I could be doing and I'm not getting them done. So I try to make the most of the day, while time flies by like a vulture in the sky. And once I notice the clock hits 5:30, it's like my mind suddenly clicks "Okay, from this point on, it's just another weeknight, you don't have time to do anything else."

I should also point out that on Sundays, I sleep in, so I wake up late, and then I really just don't feel like doing anything at all anyways, even if there are things I could be doing...

So today, I woke up around noon or so, and hopped online to see what I can do with this project I want to work on. As I'm doing this, I notice my free space is starting to get low, so I stop what I'm doing and burn some stuff off to DVD. I attempted to play RE:O while this was happening, but got distracted by something else, and once it was done burning, I never got around to even beginning RE:O. I hopped back online, did a bit more work with something else, and before I know it, it's almost 7:00, and most of the day is gone, and I've hardly gotten anywhere.

Now, I'm way too tired and feel like the entire day was a waste, and I had wanted to get this project off the ground by now... I don't know why I'm trying, it's not going to work... Ah well, I need sleep. So off I go. 'Night all.

So Ed picked me up from work today, and then we hit Taco Bell for a meal, before heading off to a meeting for the local chapter of the IGDA (International Game Developer's Association.) The meeting was at 7:00, but we stopped at the local comic store first so I could pick up the comics I've had the owner holding onto for me for months.

We left there probably around 6:30, and then headed off to find the meeting. It was apparently at a college, so we headed off towards the college, and got a bit lost on the way. It reminded me of the time we went looking for Time Warner to pick up Ed's Cable Modem, and couldn't find their shop anywhere, even though we followed the directions they told both Ed and his brother over the phone. But I digress... Anyway, I managed to find the college, but couldn't find the street into the college that this meeting was supposed to be taking place at...

So we drove around and around, until eventually found a route that was listed in the directions to find the place. We followed it in the opposite direction, and managed to come across a street name which was in the directions, and when we ended up finding the right building for the meeting, take a guess where it was... Right next door to the comic shop! So we drove around a half hour only to eventually end up back where we started.

We went inside, and there was about 32 people there, counting Ed and myself, and the meeting was basically a lecture from an author who wrote a book on making game characters more appealing to the players. Being a game designer (writer), I, of course, was somewhat interested in it (as far as one could be listening to a lecture) but Ed was pretty much very bored (as he isn't a game developer at all.) Once the lecture was over, there was some Q&A, and then a tour to the game research room, but basically, it wasn't as interactive as Ed had really hoped it to be.

Afterwards, he dropped me off, and here I am updating, and here I go off to bed, as I'm very tired now. So sleep well, all. 'Night.

Okay, here's a rundown over the last few days:

Wednesday:

Work was quite boring, nowhere near as amazing as Wednesday's post made it sound. But I haven't written in a long time (not since a special story I wrote for Sky that I finished in April, 2004) so I decided to have a go at it again. This post was much tamer, heh. But I digress... I called Jo-Ann to see if she'd meet me for lunch, and once again, she couldn't make it. She did say, "We'll get together outside for lunch tomorrow. Girl Scout's honor, you can hate me if I don't." I was like, "Yeah, you say that knowing full well how important my friends are to me and that I couldn't hate them." Then I got home, wrote up Wednesday post (which took me hours) and went to bed.

Thursday:


I called Jo-Ann around lunch, and surprise surprise, she couldn't make it. "What happened to Girl Scout's honor?" I asked. She said loyalty to the job is more important (even though the job doesn't pay her to work through lunch.) I was like, "You did say I can hate you now, remember?" She said I'm her friend, and so I couldn't hate her.

I decided I was going to go outside anyways even without her, so I went to one of the parking garage levels and sat on one of the ledges that overlook the street. I just needed some air and I wanted to be alone and think. I hate being alone, and God knows with the type of thoughts going through my mind lately, a ledge isn't really the best place for me to be, but que sera sera.

As I was sitting there, who do I see down on the street? Jo-Ann, walking away from the building... After lunch, I give her a call and ask her what she's wearing. She tells me a jean skirt and a shirt. I ask what color shirt, and she says yellow. I'm like, "I saw you earlier with a woman in an orange dress." She asked how and I told her. She said they had to stop at some place a distance away from work.

During afternoon break, I felt myself drawn to the ledge again, this time on the very top of the parking garage. Watched all the people on the street going about their merry lives, and the sidewalk below seems to be calling out to me seductively, but I don't quite feel ready yet to make that kind of impression.

Work ended, I headed home, and I just wasn't feeling well enough to actually post anything, so I just stayed in bed and watched Angel and Tru Calling until it was time to sleep.

Friday:

Stopped at Burger King on the way to work, we got there at about 8:40. It was a very simple order:

[For me:]
1 Medium #2 Breakfast Meal (which is a Double Sausage/Egg/Cheese, Medium Hashbrowns, Medium Coffee.)
[For my aunt and grandmother:]
1 Small coffee
2 Small hashbrowns
1 Ham sandwich
1 Bacon sandwich.

What do they bring us? One small coffee, two small hashbrowns, a double ham and a double bacon. After a lot of going back and forth, we finally get the order correct, and I make it into work exactly at 9:00.

Another boring day at work, there was practically nothing to do. Called Jo-Ann a few times, once again she couldn't make it for lunch or breaks. But I went out to the ledges again anyways without her. As I was standing there overlooking the street on the second level from the roof, my supervisor seemingly snuck up on me, and told me she was heading off and if I needed more work, I could ask two of the higher ups. She actually wasn't there to talk to me, nor was she trying to sneak up on me, it just turns out she had parked her car right near where I was sitting. Heh. When I got back to the office, Marvin told me my supervisor wanted me to know she was going to be out until 4, and I told him I ran into her in the garage. She never did she up for the rest of the day, btw.

Anyways, the day ended and it was time to head off, and like the prior night, I spent the night watching the day's episode of Angel and another Tru Calling.

Saturday:

Woke up late around 12 from a phonecall from my cousin Richard, asking if I wanted to play Resident Evil: Outbreak online. I told him to give me a call back at around 2 and we'll play (I just wanted to play through in single-player first) so I got up, got on my PC, and soon I received an IM from my friend Shawn, who was making a website, and doesn't know anything about how, so I basically had him send me all his images, and I made up the general site for him to fill in with his content. By the time I was done with this, Richard had called back and we ended up starting to play around 2:30. We died, I think, twice, then actually finished all the way once, but then we couldn't advance to the next stage, since apparently, you have to have finished it in single-player mode first. So that ended our online gaming for yesterday. Soon after I was done playing, Shawn messaged me back for more help, so I spent more time helping him. Eventually, late last night, I managed to finish the first stage in single-player mode.

Sunday:

I just woke up, and decided to hurry up and post this before something comes up again to distract me. Chances are, I'm going to play through the second stage of RE:O, watch a few more episodes of Tru Calling, and then sulk for the rest of the day in preperation for the major depression that is tomorrow.

Shawn messaged me, thanking for me help making his site yesterday, it's nice to be appreciated... He needs more help, so that's what I'll be doing for part of today.

If anything changes by the end of the night, and I feel up to it, I will update this paragraph. If not, see you all tomorrow. 'Night.

I tell you, dear readers, in all the years I've been writing this blog, I've never had a day as great as today. It all began as most days do; waking up in my bed. My wife was whispering my name and gently rubbing my forearm up and down with her fingers as it was draped down across her abdomen. I felt the warmth of her body against my chest as I blinked myself awake.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she says with a laugh, "Are you going to spend the rest of the day in bed?"
"Depends," I reply, as I brush the hair back behind her ear, "Are you going to spend it here with me?"
I lean forward and give her a kiss on the cheek, and then begin nuzzling her neck. She starts to giggle, "Easy now," she replies, "There's no time for that. You have a long, hard day ahead of you."
"Speaking of long, har...," I start to say before she gently slaps my hand.
"Hey, it's time to get up!" she says with a laugh.
"Way ahead of you," I reply, hugging her tightly from behind.
She smiles and starts to wiggle out of my grasp. I let go and tell her to lie back down. "Wait right here," I say, "Don't move a muscle."
"Too late," she says with a smirk.
I smiled and walked out of the bedroom. I made my way to the kitchen and quickly fixed up the breakfast that she loves to eat. I place it on a tray, and carry it into the bedroom. She's still in there, petting the kittycat who had taken my spot on the bed. My wife smiles as she sees me bring her breakfast in bed.
"Thank you!" she says as she sits up straight in the bed. The kittycat jumps down onto the floor and runs off into another room. I placed the tray over her lap, and then lied back down next to her.
"Are you ready for tonight?" I ask.
"Sure am," she says with a smile, "Now remember, we're going to bring the kids by your mom's house for dinner, and she said she'll watch then for the night, but we can't forget to bring their pajamas."
"No problem," I replied, "I think I'll get all that ready while they're at school. This project doesn't need to be done for a couple more weeks, I can blow off working on it today. I'll just log on from the office and make sure everything is going according to schedule."
"Okay-dokey," she says as she finishes her breakfast.
I lift the tray off of her and place it aside, and then walk to the closet and pull out my Wednesday clothing. I place it on the stand next to the bathroom, as she shuffles through her closet looking for something pretty to wear. I smile as I watch her, and then enter the bathroom and turn on the shower water, making sure it was the perfect temperature.
I see her walking towards the bathroom, as I step out of it and back into the bedroom. I smile and bow to her as I graciously step out of her way to allow her to go first. As I start to close the door for her, she reaches out and grabs the front of my pajama shirt and pulls me inside with her.

After our shower, we both got dressed, and then got the kids ready to go to school. I serve them breakfast, and after a bit of chatter, she loads them up in the car and drives them off to school. I grab my cup and stroll into the den. I switched on my computer, and as always, I check my E-Mail.

First one was from Nicole, thanking me for the surprise discs I burned and mailed her. I'm glad she liked it, I know she wanted those files for a while. I like making my friends happy, and it's nice to feel appreciated. The next E-Mail was from someone who played the latest game I released. He wanted me to know how much he enjoyed it, and that he's looking forward to the next chapter in the series. I replied thanking him for the compliment, and letting him know the next one is being worked on now. Elliot wrote me and let know he's getting married and that he's looking forward to seeing me and the wife there. I wrote back letting him know I wouldn't miss it for the world. I ran through a few more E-Mails from friends, mostly just a few "what's up?" messages or jokes lists. I tucked away the most important ones and smiled that I haven't yet received any of this spam everyone tells me about.

Soon, the doorbell rang, and it was Devon.
"Hey, man," he says, "I just got home from work, thought I'd stop by and drop off your DVD."
"I don't know how you handle the graveyard shift," I reply with a laugh.
"It's not too bad," he says as he sits down.
"How'd you like the movie?" I ask as I checked the disc for scratches or fingerprints (it was perfect.)
"It was pretty good, thanks for letting me borrow it," he replies.
"No problem," I say before I walk into the den and slide it back into the shelf. I return to the living room and ask him if he wants to play a game.
"Sure," he says as he grabs the second controller.
The two of us played a game for a while, and soon my wife came home. She unbuttoned her jacket, hung it up, and then stood behind the couch where I was sitting and hugged me.
"What are you two playing?" she asks as she glances at the screen.
"Don't even think about it," Devon says, with a laugh, remembering the butt-whupping my better half gave him the last time she faced him in this game.
"Coward," she replies, as she curls up beside me on the couch.
I put my arm around her and hand her the controller. Devon fakes a look at his non-existant watch, and says, "Boy, would you look at the time? We've been playing for hours, there's no way I can take anyone else on in this condition," he says before yawning.
"Mhmmph!" my wife says, knowing he's just getting out of taking her on.
"I actually gotta get going," he says, "I have to meet someone for lunch. It was great hanging with you, though, I'll catch you two later on." Devon puts on his jacket as he walks towards the door.
"Coward!" my wife yells out sarcastically as he closes the door behind him.
"It's almost lunchtime, do you want something to eat?" I ask as I rub her arm up and down with my hand.
"I'm not sure if I have enough time, I still gotta head to the mall this afternoon before picking up the kids," she says as she puts her head on my chest. I kiss the top of her head and give her a hug.

Just then the doorbell rings. My wife gets up and answers it.
"Oh, hi there, Kerri," my wife says as I stand up and walk to her side.
"Hi, you two," Kerri says, "What's going on?"
"Not much here, Devon just left before I kicked his butt in the game," my wife says.
"He was trembling," I added.
Kerri giggles, "I believe it."
"Jeff not meeting you for lunch?" I ask.
"Nah," she says, "His boss has him working on a project. I told him I was going to stop by and hang out with you. I figured we could watch that movie I wanted to see."
"Good timing, Devon just returned it," I reply.

I walked out to the den and pull the disc out off the shelf. I start to head back when I overhear the two girls having what seemed to be a semi-private conversation.

"So, how are you two doing?" Kerri asks.
"Absolutely great, he planned a very romantic evening tonight," my wife says.
"Well, that sounds very nice," Kerri says with a smile.
"Definitely. He's put a lot of thought into it, there isn't anything he wouldn't do to make me happy," my wife says with a grin.
"Anything?" Kerri asks, "From that smile, I'm starting to believe it."
My wife giggles and starts to whistle innocently. "I have to thank you so much for introducing us and pushing us together. You're right, I am so lucky to end up with him," she says.
"Anything for a friend," Kerri replies.

I felt really happy, and walked back into the room and popped the disc into the player. My wife gets up and starts buttoning up her jacket.
"You're not staying for the movie?" I ask.
"Nah, you two have fun, I gotta hurry if I'm going to get everything I need for tonight before I pick up the kids at school," my wife says.
"Okay, I'll meet you back here then," I say before giving her a kiss on her way past me towards the door.
I sat back down, and Kerri and I watched the movie, and she really enjoyed it. It's great that she has the same interest in movies as we do. Afterwards, we sat and discussed the movie, television shows, and...erm...things she just had to tell me about her and Jeff. Boy, that girl is shameless. I tell her what I have planned for that evening with my wife and she's confident that she'll enjoy it.

Soon, the kids come running into the house, with the wife trailing behind with boxes. I rush over and offer to help her with the boxes.
"Bring them up to our bedroom, but do not look inside," she says.
"Okay," I say as I grab the boxes and carry them up to the bedroom and lay them down on the bed. I get back downstairs to see Kerri putting on her jacket. She gives my wife a hug and tells her to enjoy the evening. My wife thanks her as Kerri waves good-bye to me and tells me she'll talk to me later.

The kids sit down and start playing with their toys as me and the wife head upstairs to the bedroom. I close the door and sit down on the bed, and give her the skinny on what Kerri and Jeff have been up to lately. She starts undressing, as my rambling begins to slowly drift off, and then she begins shuffling through the boxes, peeking inside each one until she finds what she wants. She looks at me watching her intensely, and then hides the box behind her back. She walks over to me and lifts me, and walks me over to the door, opening it and pushing me outside. "Later," she says with a smile.

I head into the children's rooms and pack up their overnight clothing for the trip to my mom's and I carry them downstairs. I turn around to walk back upstairs, and my wife is standing at the bottom of the steps, in a beautiful long dress, looking absolutely stunning. I walk over to her and take her hand, and walk her down into the living room before giving her a passionate kiss. "You look amazing," I say. She smiles and thanks me.

We get the kids together and head out to the car, and drove off to my mom's house for dinner. It was a lovely meal, though the wife and I only ate a little since we'd be eating dinner out later. Afterwards I went into the living room and played with the children for a while as my wife and mom chit-chatted a bit. Soon, though, it was time to get going, so we hugged and kissed the kids, said goodnight, and headed off.

First, we went to the movies, and she picked that new horror movie that everyone's talking about it. We found great seats in the middle of the row, and I put my arm around her and held her hand with my other one. She jumped at all the surprises, it was very cute. Afterwards, we both agreed it was pretty good, and certainly one we'll get on DVD at some point. I suggest going out and seeing it.

Then we headed off to her favorite restaurant, where we had a beautiful, candle-lit meal. There was a lot of reaching over and holding hands, and footsie under the table. I noticed a guy at the table next to our's kept looking over at my wife and trying to flirt with her, and I motioned towards him to her with my eyes. She glanced over briefly and non-chalantly lifted her hand to her cheek so he would purposely see her wedding ring. I smiled to myself, happy that she set it straight to him that he had no chance, instead of flirting back.

After we were done with the meal, we headed back to the house. I dimmed the lights and lit the fireplace, and we snuggled up together on the couch. I held her in my arms and kissed her neck, as we lovingly expressed our affection for each other. It had started to softly rain outside, and the gentle breeze from through the window cooled us, as we tenderly carressed each other, warming ourselves underneath the light blanket.

She flipped herself over until we were face-to-face, and I could feel her heart starting to beat up against my chest, and she slowly began to unbutton my shirt. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her passionately. Slowly, I kissed from her lips to her earlobe, gently nibbling it and then kissed down her cheek and neck, to her collarbone. I felt her starting to sway her hips and breath much heavily. She stood up and told me to wait where I was. "I'll be right back," she says, "Don't move a muscle."
"Too late," I reply with a grin.
I stand up and finish unbuttoning my shirt. I take it off and toss it aside, before kicking off my shoes as well. I lay the blanket down on the floor nicely, when I hear my name called from behind me. I turn around, to find my beautiful wife wearing the most amazing lingerie I've ever seen. If she didn't have my full attention before, she's definitely got it now. She blushes and smiles at me. "Do you like it?" She asks.
"I love it. I feel like I've died and ready to enter Heaven," I said.
She gently pushes me up against the wall and gives me a passionate kiss as she starts to undo the rest of my clothing. She softly pulls me down onto the blanket with her and asks with a grin, "What do you want?"
"To do whatever I can to make you happy," I said. I lick my lips and smile, and then give her a passionate kiss.
"And you definitely know how to do that," she says with a giggle after releasing the kiss.

After a very passionate night, we found ourselves lying there on the floor, the couch pillows under our heads, as I held her in my arms.
"I love you," she says as she lies her head down on my chest.
"I love you more than anything in the world," I replied.
She smiles, "I've never been happier than when I'm with you."
I smile and kiss the top of her head, "You make me happy on a daily basis, not a moment goes by when I don't want to be with you. I must be the luckiest guy in the world. A loving wife, wonderful children, an amazing family, and great friends... All who love me, and care about me, and make me feel important. I can't imagine what it would be like to not have those things; to not be cared about, or loved, or appreciated. This is too wonderful, it must be a dream."
"Of course you're loved," she giggles, "You deserve it, don't you?"
I smile and we fall asleep.

Suddenly, I wake up. Alone in my bed. I look around trying to understand. Where is my beautiful house? Where is my beautiful wife? How did I get here? Then it comes to me... Oh fu--------------------*sobs*