A Small Disobedience

I'm in my mid-twenties now and still enjoy playing Daddy with a younger woman who's comfortable being called 'little.' We have rules, like keeping the house tidy. I didn't clean today though. There was something melancholic about leaving the place messy as if mirroring how scattered my thoughts are lately. It's silly really, she’s not even here to see it; but somehow the untidiness felt more like a lapse in control rather than just being lazy. Maybe it'll be easier tomorrow, when I decide to pick up and start over.