Wardrobe

He thought about her wardrobe — daydreaming about how it would feel to be a bit of cotton, or a thread of wool, pressed against her skin; not so bold as to imagine himself as a pair of panties… though the inclination was present. He was a man after-all.

Perhaps a blouse… so he could feel the pulses of enthusiasm, that animated her wild heart. No. She had made it clear that her heart was defective — it only caused her chest pains.

Perhaps a hat… so he could ponder the flashes of wonder, that occupied her brilliant head. No. She had made it known that her mind was troubled — it only caused her headaches.

Well… how could he picture himself — to be close to her person, but not play accomplice to the parts that caused her so much grief?

He decided to imagine himself as one of her earrings — so he would always have her ear. She had confessed that she loved to hear him speak. This suited both his passion, and his ego.

Although, he mused, panties would certainly be nice too…