“Sit up, nice and straight, back against the booth.”
She smiled, shifting.
“Put your feet flat on the floor, fingers interlaced, on the table.”
I glanced down and saw her toes, even with each other, about 12 inches apart.
“Sit very still.”
After a few minutes I said, “Reposition yourself and cross one leg over the other, nice and snug.”
She shifted around, complying.
“Now, start rocking your upper foot.”
I could feel the tip of her toe brushing against my trousers as it moved to and fro. I looked at her face; her eyes were beginning to glaze over.
She smiled, shifting.
“Put your feet flat on the floor, fingers interlaced, on the table.”
I glanced down and saw her toes, even with each other, about 12 inches apart.
“Sit very still.”
After a few minutes I said, “Reposition yourself and cross one leg over the other, nice and snug.”
She shifted around, complying.
“Now, start rocking your upper foot.”
I could feel the tip of her toe brushing against my trousers as it moved to and fro. I looked at her face; her eyes were beginning to glaze over.
I love being told to "sit up nice and straight."
ReplyDeletevery nice.. He doesn't have to tell me to sit up straight anymore.. although I do like to hear the words.
ReplyDeleteEven on the third read through, I am compelled to sit up and place my feet...just...so.
ReplyDelete;-) Happy New Year 2012!
ReplyDeleteLovely. Well done.
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