The clouds sat pretty up in the sky as my jet flew past them. I slipped my glass of martini as I smiled in satisfaction at the good life I had built for myself.

I saw myself amongst men who didn't look at my body figure twice before they gave me what I deserved. I'm saw no strings attached and it was all real.

I saw myself in a world where marriage wasn't a benchmark for making a woman whole. Men weren't puppets and sex wasn't their puppeteer.

A tap on my back jolted me back to reality "Timmy, the bed won't make itself" Mom said.

"God when" I said as I sighed heavily.


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