The afternoon light filters through my window as I sit curled in my favorite chair, a book forgotten in my lap. My fingers trace absent patterns on the worn fabric while my mind wanders to thoughts I shouldn’t be having - thoughts of strong hands guiding mine, of whispered commands that make my pulse quicken. I’ve always been told I’m too gentle for this world, too trusting, but lately I’ve begun to wonder if that’s truly a weakness. There’s something stirring within me, a hunger I don’t quite understand yet desperately want to explore. When I catch my reflection in the mirror, I see someone ready to shed her cocoon of innocence, if only the right person would help me spread these untested wings. The silence of my empty room feels heavier today, filled with possibilities I’m finally brave enough to acknowledge.