Morning. Yoga. And I decide that I'm not going to stretch out my bladder—I'm going to stretch you out instead
Watch me slip into my leggings right in the middle of stretching, and then walk around the house, leaving a wet trail behind me. Your day starts with cleaning up my mess, my stuff, my floor. With your tongue, with your hands—I don’t care, as long as it’s clean. Because I’m the mistress, and you’re my morning mop. Get to it, dog 🧘♀️💦👅...
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