Snacks Between Meals

Sometimes I get so hungry in real life that I go into Secondlife just to look at the food and get full that way. It works in a different, attained kind of way, but it does satisfy, to some degree. *burp*

I imagine this is how I'd spend a vacation with Charles, starting with a Mad Hatter themed birthday cake at Non Solo Pasta. Awww...He's so thoughtful! 😇

"Happy birthday, my dear!"   "Oh! It's so beautiful! It's art! I love it!" 💕

We share a love for tea, but I did NOT think I would like the rose tea! Once I tried it now I'm hooked!

We sampled two orders of the deli sandwiches after we laughed off the first order! They were well worth it.😙👌

Then we hit the beach smoothie/Juice bar! It was so good! But I started to feel guilty since it was all so expensive since this morning...

I let him lead the way and we ended up at a quaint Italian restaurant, where he wouldn't hear even a seconds protest until I tried the food...Mmm!... worth it💃

Once we were back at the hotel room, Charles ordered room service just to keep me from jumping on the bed with excitement. 

"Isn't it all too much 💸 though?" I asked, with tears of genuine gratitude welling in my eyes. I'm not used to this level of doting... or general affection...

He disagreed.

"Pish posh! If you've enjoyed yourself, young lady, it is but a small price to pay for gladness!"

I'm instantly worried "I'm worrying too much, then," I think, while fidgeting my hands, sitting in the chair across from his, feeling the familiar pangs of anxiety sneak up on me from a near distance just over my shoulder. The familiar and welcoming warmth of his hand caresses mine, squeezing gently with reassurance back to the present moment. Back to reality of the fire crackling in the hearth and the smell of sweet chocolate and blood orange tea wafting deliciously in the air. I drew a single, calming deep breath, his eyes fixated on mine with genuine concern for my well-being before he gently pulled me over to him and embraced me. No words spoke truer than his actions this day where the value of money was no object to him, but also, he made time for me like he wanted to be with me more than however much it cost. With this emotional realization, I buried my face into his shoulder as he rocked me gently on his knee, hiding my hot tears as they began to roll down my face and let myself melt away in the serene current of my stream of consciousness, supported by his peace.