Little Dreams Come True

Ever since I first entered college, there's been this part of me that feels like it needs to let go and be taken care of. It's not something I talk about with friends, but deep down, the idea of being a little in someone else's arms has always excited me. Recently, I found an online community where people share similar interests, and I mustered up the courage to reach out to someone older who offered to take care of me during a visit back home from campus. We planned everything ahead, from the soft pajamas he picked out just for me to the gentle way he scolded me when I didn't clean my room properly according to his instructions. It felt exhilarating and strangely freeing to let go like that, to be cared for not as an equal but in a way that reminded me of childhood days where rules were clear and someone always knew best how to keep you safe and happy. There's no going back now; it was too good not to try again soon.