Season: Autumn
Weather: Partly cloudy with more sun than cloud
Day of the week: Monday
Date: 18th March, 2024
There were waffles for breakfast today. That really made my day. Waffles, fresh berries, drizzled syrup and fresh clotted cream dusted with icing sugar. It was so good that I was a bit sad when there was none left.
I was full too, so I didn't ask for more.
I slept most of yesterday. Today, I have done stretches and some exercises that I haven't done in a long time. I need to stay in shape in case one day I have to run away. In case that evil guy ever comes for me and I have no choice but to run.
The exercises didn't last long. After five minutes, I was so sweaty and tired that after a shower and drying off, I fell into the bed for a nap, waking up to find the dark shadow lord with me, drawing ticklish circles on my bare skin. Upon seeing me wake up, the dark shadow lord, for once, wasn't his usual chatty self. He just hugged me and let me lean on his chest.
We fell asleep again and I woke up to hear him grunting in the shower. Maybe he was doing a big deposit. I don't know. Maybe it was something else.
Anyway, the dark shadow lord dressed me up when he came out and took me out for dinner at the top of the tallest tower in the city in the rotating restaurant. We had a five course dinner. Each course was small, decorated so well and tasted amazing. Even so, I still preferred Chef's cooking.
For dessert, there was the richest, most chocolatey cake hidden inside a thin shelled chocolate egg, over which was poured a chocolate sauce. Eaten with the vanilla ice-cream on the side, the contrast of temperatures and textures were so good that I ordered a second dessert. A slice of simple apricot pie. That was amazing as well. The pastry was so good. The apricot had just the right balance of sweet and sour. Matched with the lightly salted pastry and ice-cream, I would have asked for another dessert if the dark shadow lord didn't know me so well. I was full but wanted more.
The dark shadow lord took me on an evening walk through some beautifully lit gardens on the top of another skyscraper. It was beautiful, fairy like and I didn't even know when I fell asleep in his arms.
Who would have thought that I'd relax so much with this annoying burr of a man who likes to make me sleep naked in his bed with him?
After everything that has happened and the number of times I have already slept in his arms, I didn't feel so resistant tonight. When we got back home, I woke up for a bit, decided to write for a bit and then when he's done with his work, I'll go to sleep with him again. It's nice that he's been more quiet and considerate today. Not such a noisy bully.
If he treats me like this much more often, I think I might just be willing to let him bed me as thanks. Apparently this type of thinking is wrong, but I truly have no other way to thank him. I suppose I could cook something, but I really don't feel like cooking or baking these days. Just thinking about it makes me feel extremely tired.
I think as long as we are both aware that me bedding with him for more than plain sleep will be an exchange of mutual benefits, if he asks me, I won't refuse. After all, being with him isn't all that bad. At least he doesn't make me want to die when he does those kinds of things with me. It wasn't painful when he was messing around last time. Although I have no idea what he sees in me or why my presence might help his insomnia, at least I'm not being treated badly, and I know he will make sure I consent before he goes the last step.
It's just, what if he beds me and then throws me away as well? What happens when the day I stop being his sleeping pill comes?
Supper came in the form of a simple strawberry sponge cake and a bowl of cream of chicken soup. A slightly odd combination, but it was still good. The best part was the crusty slice of bread with the melting butter.