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"I got up early this year. In the past, the 26th had always been the best about christmas for me, but this year, it was simply horrible. Since he had had the taste to break up on the 23rd, christmas had been lonely - especially since I had been too chicken to see my family, and had pretended I was sick. So I got up, took a shower, did my toilet, and got the breakdown. When I got back to my senses, I found myself lying on the bed, still naked, having the hiccups from crying. Furiously, I told myself not to be such a sissy, stripped the bed, put new sheets on, and went down to stuff the washing machine. Afterwards, I busied myself around the house, doing the last cleaning I hadn't done because of the breakup.
When I got to the living room, the christmas tree laughed at me with its silent joy and happiness. Fumingly, I de-decorated it, put everything back into the box, and stowed the crap away to the attic again. Christmas was OVER. I dedicated myself to some extra-gory action films, seeing his face on anybody who got hurt, and relieved myself this way. When the films were over, the blackness came back. I cried again, feeding the fire with at least one whole tissue box. I couldn't help it. Then my eyes fell onto the last christmas decoration standing on the side table.
I had forgotten to put it away. It was only a candle with two baubles that had been to large to put on the small christmas tree. Usually it would have been only decoration. But today, it seemed like a sign to me - a play with words to heal the pain. It had all been a bauble... a fool's play. He had been playing with me, and I had been playing the soon-to-be-wife (mostly to get rid of my mother's questions about grandchildren), and so we had been to fools playing with each other and trying to fool the world. A bauble.
Something soft touched my right breast, and I jumped. Then I realised that it had only been my own hair. I was still naked. The whole day I had worn nothing but my bare skin! All colour fell from my cheeks, and I thanked God I lived in a very solitary house. Nobody would have seen me. I also realised that cleaning the house got me dirty. (Was that the secret? Dirt didn't vanish but only changed place?) So I took another shower and went down again - deliberately naked this time. Who would ever see me? When I went past the cupboard, something inside clattered. I jumped again, but then I told me it could be nothing. I hadn't stowed something away properly. With a sigh I opened the cupboard. Some freezer boxes had toppled down. I put them back and wanted to close the door again when I glanced over something that surely wasn't in its proper place. One of my toys!
I hadn't seen this for two years. Well, I hadn't had a cause to search for it... How got it here? I blushed when it came over me. He hadn't emptied the dishwasher very often, so I didn't mind to clean my toys that way. For once, he seemed to have done it. And this special toy had a very special form and colour... yellow, slightly bent, and with an unusual, nearly pointy end. Perhaps he had thought it to be a container for bananas... ah, banana. I took it with me to the living room. Very naughty thoughts came to my mind. Well, it was christmas, right? Time for some joy and solitary love..."

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Done for the Sinner e-zine over at www.dreamslayerartworks.com

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"I got up early this year. In the past, the 26th had always been the best about christmas for me, but this year, it was simply horrible. Since he had had the taste to break up on the 23rd, christmas had been lonely - especially since I had been too chicken to see my family, and had pretended I was sick. So I got up, took a shower, did my toilet, and got the breakdown. When I got back to my senses, I found myself lying on the bed, still naked, having the hiccups from crying. Furiously, I told myself not to be such a sissy, stripped the bed, put new sheets on, and went down to stuff the washing machine. Afterwards, I busied myself around the house, doing the last cleaning I hadn't done because of the breakup.
When I got to the living room, the christmas tree laughed at me with its silent joy and happiness. Fumingly, I de-decorated it, put everything back into the box, and stowed the crap away to the attic again. Christmas was OVER. I dedicated myself to some extra-gory action films, seeing his face on anybody who got hurt, and relieved myself this way. When the films were over, the blackness came back. I cried again, feeding the fire with at least one whole tissue box. I couldn't help it. Then my eyes fell onto the last christmas decoration standing on the side table.
I had forgotten to put it away. It was only a candle with two baubles that had been to large to put on the small christmas tree. Usually it would have been only decoration. But today, it seemed like a sign to me - a play with words to heal the pain. It had all been a bauble... a fool's play. He had been playing with me, and I had been playing the soon-to-be-wife (mostly to get rid of my mother's questions about grandchildren), and so we had been to fools playing with each other and trying to fool the world. A bauble.
Something soft touched my right breast, and I jumped. Then I realised that it had only been my own hair. I was still naked. The whole day I had worn nothing but my bare skin! All colour fell from my cheeks, and I thanked God I lived in a very solitary house. Nobody would have seen me. I also realised that cleaning the house got me dirty. (Was that the secret? Dirt didn't vanish but only changed place?) So I took another shower and went down again - deliberately naked this time. Who would ever see me? When I went past the cupboard, something inside clattered. I jumped again, but then I told me it could be nothing. I hadn't stowed something away properly. With a sigh I opened the cupboard. Some freezer boxes had toppled down. I put them back and wanted to close the door again when I glanced over something that surely wasn't in its proper place. One of my toys!
I hadn't seen this for two years. Well, I hadn't had a cause to search for it... How got it here? I blushed when it came over me. He hadn't emptied the dishwasher very often, so I didn't mind to clean my toys that way. For once, he seemed to have done it. And this special toy had a very special form and colour... yellow, slightly bent, and with an unusual, nearly pointy end. Perhaps he had thought it to be a container for bananas... ah, banana. I took it with me to the living room. Very naughty thoughts came to my mind. Well, it was christmas, right? Time for some joy and solitary love..."

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Done for the Sinner e-zine over at www.dreamslayerartworks.com