Just Another Night Shift Daydream

So here I am again, night shift at the warehouse, staring down cardboard boxes like they're some kind of existential threat. But my mind is miles away, in a room painted with soft lights and scented candles. You see, tonight’s daydream involves me as this little girl, sitting on my caregiver's lap while he reads to me from an adult book that's all about power dynamics. The thought sends shivers down my spine. And then there are moments when I'm the caregiver, gently guiding someone else into a space of trust and submission, feeling powerful in ways that only this role-play can evoke. This switchiness, being both little and caregiver, is like living two lives in one body. But it’s also exhausting. Tonight, I caught myself daydreaming about my caregiver spanking me as he read aloud, or him giving me a treat for behaving well. It's all very explicit, from the way his hand connects with my bottom to the intimate moments we share afterwards. Is this just normal adult play? Or am I delving into something that might be unhealthy? Any thoughts on how to balance these roles without losing sight of reality would be greatly appreciated.