This is a very short post.
It is about the moments before something happens.
If it were a long post it would not be about moments.
We girls are familiar with the interlude above. The quiet moments where he prepares himself. It is a time when even we are silent.
You can hear a clock tick, the gentle noises of a house that normally go unheeded. You become aware of the sensations of your own clothes, of where the edges of your knickers are, and your futile hand may go back to keep them in place. Your eyes lower, you can feel your chest rise and fall with nervous breath, you bite your lip and stay quiet. Maybe he will change his mind.
You stay still and silent.
You wait.
