Just Another Friday Night

So here I am again, sitting in my dorm room on what's supposed to be a night out with friends. Instead, I'm wearing my 'little' pajamas and being tucked in by the guy I consider both my dom and guardian angel. Yeah, it sounds silly when you put it that way, but this is our thing now, me playing the part of his little girl who needs guidance and protection. Tonight was all about grounding me for some social faux pas last week. Can't believe I thought skipping a meeting would be a good idea... The irony isn't lost on me either: here's someone helping me stay organized when, in another life, he could've been one of those chaotic people who need constant reminders to get their act together. We both find the humor in it though; it’s our way of dealing with adulthood without actually having to face all its boring responsibilities head-on. At least for now, I’m just his little and everything's alright.