A Holiday Is A Silent Day

Sleeping in doesn’t work for me. I get up early in anticipation of an awesome cup of coffee or a tasty tea from Northern Germany.

Sitting at a small table with one hand between my legs, just touching a little, nothing more. Reading the news. Scrolling Twitter. Listening to silence. Brain smooching.

A holiday is a silent day. Less moving, more enjoying. Reading. Masturbating. Dreaming. Getting fucked.

Taking photos, having photos taken. Eating, drinking, gossiping. Recreation time.

Work is back soon enough.