The door falls shut behind me, and I let out a sigh of relief. I love my family, but I'm glad to be home again. I know I have some time before he is here. I let my clothes fall to the ground and step into the shower. 

As I lather up with some vanilla-scented shower gel, I reflect on the day. The interesting work, the entertaining drinks with friends, the good meal with family. I have been the woman I am, that people expect me to be. It was a full day, but I have energy left. I saved it for him.

I rinse off the bubbles. With the water, I let the expectations that my roles during the day come with slide away. My naked core self is all that is left, both in body and mind. I feel energized, tingeling and really, really clean. 

The towel is soft and warm. I dry off my body and keep thinking that I feel cute today. I don't know if that comes from myself or from earlier from him. I don't really care. But it leads me to select a cute dress from the wardrobe. I put on more make-up than I had on all day. 

It makes me feel even more pretty. I'm like a porcelain doll. Not as innocent, but just as cute.  That thought of being a doll, his doll to be posed and toyed with, echoes in my relaxed mind. I sit down on the chair facing the door. I don't know if or when he arrives, but I'm ready for him to play with me.