Ive spent most of this weekend in "little" mode. Purely out of mental and emotional well being. Friday was a terrible day. 6 hours in hospital will do that to a person. I could feel my sanity skidding away quickly, even taking on some brattitude with the Boss. I'm not a brat. In fact i pride myself on trying to always be on my best behavior, occasional fuck-ups aside.
I am totally digressing. I do that too. Talk to much. But only in text. In person im the complete opposite. Unless its necessary that I speak, I rarely speak unless spoken to.
So "Little" mode. I always thought my inner little was about 13 or 14. A flirt. A tease. Totally aware of what i was doing to get the men thinking dirty thoughts about me. And I am that girl sometimes. When I'm stressed, i regress even further to about 7 or 8. The shy quiet little girl that just wants to color and spend time with her Daddy. The girl that wants to go look at puppies at the pet shop, or use her best pleading "Please Daddy" when she wants ice cream.
Its my habit to overanalyze things. My brain is always humming over everything. I enjoyed spending time as that little girl. The humming stopped, and i daydreamed i was sat at the Bosses feet in knee socks and pigtails just reading and coloring. I didnt have to worry about a thing.
This is definately something i want to keep and go even deeper into.
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