Nervous woman

One breath, a slight stroke downwards, another breath, slightly to the right, yet one more breath and the tumor could be removed. It was all in a days work for Cyndi Lauper, a neurosurgeon primarily, a pediatrician secondarily, lawyer thirdly and dreamer always. The dreams she held these days, these days of intense celebration at the saving of a loved ones, had grown sullen. Her routine dictated that she walk away from where she was praised and adored, to where she was all alone, with no-one to hold and care for, no-one to show her own adoration, and nothing to do but to stare down the eternity of the rest of her life.

It bothered Cyndi quite a bit, when she sat down in her opulent apartment, alone at her dinner table. The food she had in front of her had been driven out to her from a five star restaurant by drone. Despite that delicious food right in front of her nose, she barely paid it any mind, preferring instead to stare at the empty seat in front of her. Her daydreams pleasantly placed a man in the seat in front of her, with broad shoulders and a gentle smile. It was a pleasant fantasy, whose only caveat was its contrast to Cyndi's lonely reality.

She knew why she couldn't have a man in front of her, she knew why she couldn't turn on one of her screens to see the image of one. Whenever she saw one she grew weak to her knees, her mind completely overtaken by the beauty which stood in front of her, the only thing that was on her mind when she saw one was how to serve them. She wanted to be on her knees, she wanted to worship the ground her man walked on, she wanted to kneel naked in front of him with her mouth wide open, ready to store whatever he deemed fit for her to store in her mouth. Just the thought almost made her sweat.

It was because of her job, her important work at the hospital, that she had disallowed herself from viewing images of men. For days after seeing just a single man, she just couldn't focus on anything but his beauty for days on end. It wasn't advisable for her to be doing surgeries in that state, with a head filled with nothing but the different ways she could be slapped, stepped on and spanked, all for a man's amusement.

On this evening, this uneventful evening, Cyndi spared one last look towards the seat in front of her before she made a decision. Her job, no matter how important for everyone else, could wait. She wanted to see, if not outright know, a man, her happiness was more important than anything else.

Cyndi held the knowledge in her mind of male images being blocked on her network as she stood up, away from the delectable dish in front of her. She hadn't even taken a bite from her dinner as she walked towards the front door in her apartment. She was going to go on an adventure, she was going to search high and low, hoping to find just a glance of a man somewhere in her path.