Release
by phill
gi
photo credit: hellabella
Last night, Louise
had a hysterical moment. I know, I know, enough with the talking about the girlfriend. But statistically speaking, if you were to sum up all the time I spend engaging in activities, she’d be in the top five at least*. So forgive me if I go on about her.
In any case, yes, she had a hysterical moment. Not a bad one, mind. More of an explosion of giggles. A gigglocalypse of sorts. These occur relatively regularly, and I am the arbitrator of their length and depth. I play-fight with her, dig my fingers in just beneath her armpits, call her silly and say outrageous things in order to broaden the experience. It’s somewhat like milking a cow but with neither the cow nor the milk. I enjoy it, and judging by her exhaustion afterwards, she does too**. But I often wonder at the fact that I don’t need something similar. I very rarely let myself go like she does in these situations. In most cases I’m a very tightly reigned person. It usually takes something extraordinary, or 80-proof, to get me to really loosen up. I don’t know what to do about this, or if there really is anything to do. Just a thought to record.
Anyway, after her laughing fit I went to my computer and wrote a very short, very quick short story for a friend of mine who caught a particular milestone on my deviantART account. You can find it in raw, unedited form here. I haven’t looked at it again yet, so I can’t vouch for any quality, but I’ve been told that it’s ‘choppy’, so consider yourself adequately warned.
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*The other possible candidates being: eating, sleeping, working, evacuating, playing video games, attempting to write/writing, driving, and thinking about bacon.
**I assure you this isn’t an analogy for some other, more private function. She seriously does have these hysterical laughing fits every now and then.
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