Pajama Free Sleep

Sitting up in the dark, I realize I am naked.  

Since moving to Hawaii, I have had the pleasure of pajama-free sleep almost every night.  

I walk into the bathroom naked, 

pee naked, 

poop naked, 

kiss the cat naked.  

Occasionally I have dreams about trying to find my clothes for an event, or because people came over. 

But what I would really really like to do is swim naked.  

Like right after working in the garden, while I’m all sweaty, like right then, pashoo – dunking in. 

But the house is on a golf course, and close enough to the neighbors, that it is in the public eye so to speak.  

Stupid societal norms

Hate living in the aftermath of those damn Puritans and their unholy fear of nudity.  

I am getting used to the body shape reflected back at me from the bathroom mirrors.

She resembles my mom, all Venus of Willendorf-ey.  

Nice round belly, 

fat arms, 

and pendulous breasts

Fucking gravity keeps rearranging my parts.

I fantasize about living on a farm, surrounded by acreage and not houses, where I could sun bathe naked, too.  

I would still wear shorts and shirt to garden though, the soil here can be very rocky.  

Maybe a yurt – up in the hills.  

I could not say if I am a social animal, 

dunno if I would miss human company, 

we don’t see many people these days, but we do throw a small pot luck every Friday.  

It has been about four decades since I lived alone, but I really don’t mind being alone.  

Sitting up in the dark, there is a reassuring presence next to me, and a cat at my feet, 

It takes a lot to move her, but if I pet her, she purrs.  

The shades are drawn, it’s just me and the rotund naked lady in the mirror getting up to use the bathroom, and nestle right back under the sheets and a light blanket.  No shivers, nor brr brrs, so no need to don clothing. 

I still feel vulnerable, so I moved the metal baseball bat to right behind the bed, ready for untoward noises.  I will fight them sky clad, and boy won’t they be surprised at my naked warrior stance.

Published by Ms. C. G. Tripp

Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor a lifelong mix. Left brain and right brain battle for dominance. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at Examiner.com, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.

One thought on “Pajama Free Sleep

  1. Ahhh, what a lovely and freeing indulgence to be naked!! Loved the musings, the several possibilities, and my unexpected laugh with your fabulous naked warrior stance!!!

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