In Dark Times: Book 2 Dark Trilogy

Chapter 32 Moodiness In Dark Times

Chapter 32 Moodiness In Dark Times

I felt completely boneless as I laid on the bed topless.  Between Sean last night and Owen this morning, I could get use to this kind of treatment just because I have my period.  Their reactions to knowing I was cramping makes me want to tell the others, just to see what they would do.  But for now, I think I'll just sleep.  Yes, sleep is good. 

I vaguely remember Luke coming in with something for me to eat for breakfast.  He didn't say anything, he just set the plate on the nightstand, combed his fingers through my hair a few times to drape it across the pillow at my head, he lightly traced his finger up my arm, and then placed soft kissed on my shoulder, my neck, my cheek and finally my forehead.  I think I heard a quiet chuckle as I felt the sheet adjust from my waist to over my shoulders again.  I was too groggy to contemplate whether I was lying fully exposed to him or not.

By late morning, due to the way the light was pouring in through the window, I woke up with the need to pee.  Once in the bathroom, I opened the cupboard under the sink to get a new pad, and saw in the back, a small blue box of tampons.  Sean or Gabriel must have put them in there in case I ever needed them or wanted to try them.  I decided now was as good a time as any to be a big girl and to at least check out the pamphlet inside the little blue box of tampons.  The instructions, the Frequently Asked Questions and the warnings.  I have never used these before and don't know all the particulars.  What better way to learn how to use something, than by reading the instructions. 

"Step 1: wash hands."  Easy enough.  I washed my hands then dried them off.  "Unwrap a fresh tampon."  Check.  "Stand or sit in a comfortable position: some women find it easiest to crouch down with knees apart or to stand with one leg propped up on the bathroom sink."  What in the world?  If you are in a public bathroom and have your jeans pulled down to you knees, how are you supposed to stand with your leg propped up on the cubicle wall?  That would require completely undressing from the waist down every time you needed to change your tampon and I have never seen clothes dropping to the bathroom floor under the stall.  Surely this can be done from a sitting position.  That would make the most sense, being in a bathroom and all. But just to be sure...I put my foot up on the sink counter and teetered a bit as I tried to hold my balance on one foot.  Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I exclaimed, "No way!  I am not watching my reflexion as I try this."  I sat back down on the toilet and went back to the pamphlet.  "Hold the tampon with one hand using the thumb and middle finger (hold on the ridges of the applicator)."  Easy peesy, lemon squeezy.

"Step 2."  What?  That first step was like 4 steps.  Step 2 my patootie.  I have already accomplished more than one step, give me credit for making it this far!  "We shall call Step 2, Step 5.  Yes!  Step 5!"  I finished my mini rant at the obvious male who wrote this stupid pamphlet, because when a woman is raging with uncontrollable hormones you give her credit for every little step she took, and continued reading.  "Step 5: with the other hand spread the folds of skin around the vaginal opening."  This picture here, demonstrating what to do, is just all kinds of wrong.  First off, my vagina is not on the front of my body where a penis is located, yet the drawing makes it appear that way.  I shake my head at the absurd instructions.  Did they even consult a woman before coming up with these instructions?  I don't think so.  "Place the tip of the outer tube of the tampon applicator (not the end with the cord hanging out) in the opening of your vagina."  Seriously?  Even I, who has never used a tampon before, has enough common sense to know the string is to hang out of your body.  Do they think I am a five year old?  I don't know of any girl that would start their period before they are old enough to have common sense.  Furthermore, proving a man must have written this blasted pamphlet.  I would never be this condescending to a woman having a period, unless I wanted to get my head bit off.