The failed temptation
Rusted in the usual order of everyday life, I can only act routinely. From the moment the alarm clock rings on my husband's bedside table and my smartphone turns off an annoying tune, to bedtime, the same pattern over and over again. It keeps me running, it makes me keep going, despite everything.
My husband sleeps right through the daily routine.
I turn on my cell phone to sleep and climb over my giant guy to knock his alarm clock.
I always put on my clothes in the same order. Slip first, then my brassiere, left stocking, right stocking, left arm in sleeve of my blouse, then the right, button blouse from bottom to top button, skirt on, zip up, first the closure, then the slit.
(Toch benieuwd wat dat kost eigenlijk)