Mondays be like...

He's gone for a week. He left on Saturday, with a useful pitstop in Rheims, with friends to Cote D’Azur. Delightfully indulgent, lots of meat, fish, wine, and champagne. In between, there's cycling, swimming, and relaxation. He's having a great time, and I'm happy for him. I would have loved to be there, but hey, it's a mens' week away, and I respect that. I just need to get used to being alone in the house. The first few days, family and friends came over, and they were busy but enjoyable days. During the day, I was busy with work and a running session. But tonight, I have the house to myself. I also find it nice, some peace and time for myself. But it feels a bit unfamiliar.

I'm hungry, so I make pasta with truffle, pick herbs from my garden, open a full-bodied red wine, and enjoy the refined combination. But soon, an after-dinner dip sets in. And I'm actually quite tired from a busy, full, and social weekend. I secretly want to go to bed early. But then I'll be awake all night, so I resist the temptation. However, I can't resist the desire for wine. I grab another nice red and lounge on the couch with a book. But my phone keeps lighting up, preventing me from getting into the book. I turn on the TV, but it doesn't satisfy me either and can't hold my attention.

After some contemplation, I pack my things and head upstairs because there's also a TV there, and then I can fall asleep while watching. In the bedroom, I walk past my wardrobe, and my eye randomly catches the bottom drawer, which hasn't been opened for a few days. The 'indulgence drawer,' as I like to call it. And then it occurs to me that this evening is the perfect time to open this drawer...

I grab an oil scented with musk and one of my favorite toys. Fatigue disappears, pleasure and energy naturally return. I take my time, light the candles in the bedroom, take another sip of wine, undress, and put on my favorite music. I enjoy the beautiful sound from the speakers, my own touches, my soft skin, and fall into a kind of pleasure tunnel. The surroundings feel distant. All my attention is on and in my body...

Monday.
It unexpectedly becomes the most delightful evening of the week...