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Cookie Baker #UseYourWords November 2015

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked four to six words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That is the challenge, here is a fun twist; no one who is participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.





My words are: 
seasons ~ euphemism ~ honor ~ century ~ rise
They were submitted by: http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/  (Thank you for the inspirational words! :))

As I lay here watching your chest rise with each breath,
and my mind wanders to thoughts of last night,
when you chose to honor my body,
by giving me the best orgasm of the century.
I cannot help but wonder when you will wake,
and what will happen next.
Will you be gone again before I can properly say Good morning?
Will you stay around a while?
I never know how you will act,
what you will say,
or when I will see you next.
Christmas is quickly approaching.
I spent so many of the holiday seasons of the past alone.
My days void of your presence.
My holidays spent missing you and longing for your embrace.
Will this year be the same?
Or will you show up, surprising me, and making my day perfect.
You used to always be around.
Every single day.
We use to pass the time talking and kissing and existing together.
We made each other happy.
We made each other complete.
I miss those days.
I miss those moments of happiness.
I miss making wonderful memories with you.
Like that lazy Christmas night, back in 2006.
The one we spent on the pile of pillows in the den,
watching movies, eating popcorn, and enjoying each other.
That was the day you decided that cookies most definitely needed to be a euphemism for orgasms. 
I have never been able to eat a cookie without giggling since.
Now, it seems like that is all we are to each other.
Cookies.
I miss when we were so much more than cookies.
I miss when you were an actual part of my life.
I miss you. I miss us. Not this us, but the old us.
The us when we actually lived together, and not just lived and occasionally saw each other.
Of course we have never actually lived together.
You would never do that.
That would be too settled. Too normal. Too domestic.
You thrive on being undomesticated and a rebel.
You thrive on beating your own drum rhythm and living your own life.
Maybe one day you will change your rhythm. 
Maybe one day we can make a rhythm in tandem.
Maybe we can create a life together.
Under the same roof.
With the same goals.
Maybe one day.
I won't hold my breath.
For now I will simply enjoy these moments,
when you choose to include me in your life.
When you come and make some memories.
When we share some cookies and a laugh or two.
When you act almost like things never changed.
Like you never walked away.
Like you never decided I didn't fit into your plan. 
Like you never decided I didn't fit you.
Until then I will just lay here, next to you,
while you sleep next to me.
I will silently tell you how much I love you.
Tell you how much you mean to me.
Then once you wake, I will pretend to sleep,
so you can slip out silently, like you always do.
Leaving me to wonder when you will return.
Knowing when you do, it won't be the real you.
The you I fell in love with.
The you that showed me what love and cookies are.
That taught me how to be bold and brave.
The you that made me dream of the future.
The you I love.
It will be this you.
The one that comes and goes randomly.
Never really saying much.
Never really connecting with me.
It will be the cookie baker.



I hope you enjoyed how I used my words! I hope you all have a fabulous weekend! Please take a few minutes to check out all the other Use Your Words posts! I am certain my friends have written some amazing posts, using their words perfectly! 


Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

http://bakinginatornado.com                                     Baking In A Tornado
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                          Spatulas on Parade
http://themomisodes.com                                          The Momisodes
http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/                                 Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
http://www.southernbellecharm.com                        Southern Belle Charm
                 http://www.renasworld.com               Rena’s World                 
http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                      Never Ever Give Up Hope http://dinoheromommy.com/                               Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/                The Bergham Chronicles
http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/              Eileen’s Perpetually Busy
http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/                   Confessions of a part-time working mom
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                   Someone Else’s Genius
http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com                               Climaxed
http://www.angrivatedmom.wordpress.com                 The Angrivated Mom

Comments

  1. You describe beautifully the feelings of disconnection, even when outwardly we're connected.

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  2. Cookies, huh?
    You do know that our Elf on the shelf is called Cookie? 😂

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  3. I had so many conflicting emotions reading this, I was confused, I could relate, I felt sad and nostalgic all at the same time.

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  4. I will never look at cookies the same way again!

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  5. At our house, cookies="doing laundry." Or it used to. Doing laundry doesn't bring the same giggles it used to. Not that we don't still "do laundry," just that we don't joke about it when I'm actually washing clothes. Does this even make sense??

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  6. Beautifully sad, my friend. I hope you find your cookie baker, whether it's old or new.

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