There is comfort to be found in routine. This morning I got up with the alarm. Almost on autopilot I moved. First, gathering the ingredients for Dragon's breakfast, then standing by the stove to prepare his meal. Every move my hands made, were in a set pattern. Not a ritual set by Dragon. Only my own submission.
Submitting to him. That is what brings me comfort. Taking care of his most basic needs. He needs my company in the mornings before he leaves for work. He needs a hot meal to sustain him. He needs to know I care enough to care for him.
I fix his lunch. The simple meal packed into a small ice chest. It is something small. It only takes me a few minutes to pack. How can something so small mean so much? I make his lunch while he eats his breakfast. During the day, it gives him nourishment but it is also a little part of me. In a way it is a symbol of my submission and love.
Even when he is away from me, he can feel my presence and my love. When he was military I didn't fix his lunch. He always had a kitchen to use and a place to keep a small bag of groceries. Now it is different. Things have changed and so have I.
I like this new way of doing things. I like taking care of my Dragon.
The wedding is tonight. Dragon woke me this morning with the paddle. Just a small reminder that I need to be on my best behavior. The rental care has been picked up. The directions printed out and the gps plugged into the rental car. All I need to do is dress. I can do this. Breath.