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,
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,
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.