Mr 11 was visiting me at my childhood home... we were sitting on a couch that was against the west back wall - each of us bundled in a throw blanket as we talked... the blue hue from the TV that played quietly across the room. It was an emotional conversation but I was mildly annoyed.. it was everything I had heard before over and over. I had to leave to pick up Trent from the airport I was already running 10 mins late.. Dad was there at one point... I remember waiting for him to make a comment when Mr 11 got up to walk into the kitchen for something about how tall he is and what is it with you girls and tall guys (Mr 11 is 4" taller than my dad and my sisters husband is 7') but Dad stayed quiet and went to bed. I set up Mr 11 on the other couch on the East wall ... I figured he would stretch his body out on it but he rolled himself in a ball on one cushion.. all bundled up.. I asked if he wanted to be reclined and I pulled the little lever to recline him and he was startled with how far back it reclined. When I left the house, my middle sister and her daughter came out and were being noisy in the kitchen.. I went back in and asked for some common courtesy considering we had a guest who was trying to sleep in the living room. I looked at the time and worried that I was too late to get Trent and he would have found some way else home by now. There was a mix of sadness in my annoyance.. sad that this was probably the end of something.
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Walking through a mall store that was being remodeled - a kink store that catered to situational type fantasy setups. I wasn't there for myself, only curious and seems as though I knew someone involved in the renovation. I was standing a counter while a male customer was paying for services. I had spotted some knee high boots that I liked... they had heels and that is unlike me but I really liked them.. tried them on and it was a perfect fit.. they make me feel confident in a way I had never felt before.
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