LJ Idol S5 Topic 3: A Moment of Bliss

I pulled into the parking lot of the sky blue building with fear and trepidation in my heart. I walked into the waiting room, greeted by the impeccable hostess. I did not belong here. But, I had money and so she was nice to me and told me to have a seat. Shawnee would be out in a bit. I imagined Shawnee to be exotic and thin and beautiful.

 

Shawnee came out to get me, strawberry blonde hair in wild curls all around her head. “Hey, girl, how are you doing? How’s your week been?”  She asked as if we had been friends forever. She led me down a dimly lit hallway into a tiny dark room. There was the sound of trickling water and soft hazy music. Candlelight flickered. She told me to undress as much as I was comfortable and to lie down on the table. She would be back in a few minutes.

 

My hands trembled as I undressed. I climbed on the table and couldn’t keep myself from snuggling under the electric blanket. The sheets were soft on my skin and I let out a sigh of sheer release. I had given up. Om.

 

Shawnee returned and started asking me questions about my life. She was rummaging in drawers and cabinets, setting up equipment talking comfortably to me. I told her it was my first time and she told me that I was in for a treat and she would not be responsible for my addiction.

 

As she placed her warm hands on me and began manipulating my tense muscles, I slowly let all of the stressors seep away. She commented on the fact that there were rocks under my skin where my muscles should be. I told her about my headaches and neck pain, she pried my shoulders away from my ears. She seemed to read my mind, to know right where to touch, where to apply pressure and when to let up. She was professional and competent, empathetic and sympathetic.

 

By the time my thirty minutes were up, I was putty – a limp noodle. I’d never felt so free, so relaxed, so loose. I could bend in places I hadn’t been able to for a long while, I could reach and stretch. My mind was as rumpled as my hair.

 

I took my time returning to the living, getting dressed and composing myself. She led me back down the dim hallway and I paid my ticket in a daze. The hostess grinned along with me and asked if I’d like to set up another appointment. My yes may have been a bit too enthusiastic, but she didn’t seem to mind. I was addicted.

 

My spa is named In Bliss. It’s apt. I think it may be time for another appointment.