Wine Stains

Dab, Dab, Dab. She wasn't completely sure what she was doing would work but this needed to be taken care of. This was a white carpet after all. Was it paper towels or a cloth she was supposed to use? It was difficult to remember, everything was still a little hazy overwhelmed as she was by the ringing in her ear among other sensations.

May she should rub rather than dab, or soak it? but how do you soak a carpet? Wet cloth with detergent? ] 'Hopefully, that won't spread the stain', she thought to herself as she raked her fuzzy brain trying her best to recall how she got the previous stains out. 'Next time' she thought, 'Maybe not on the couch'. Oh but the couch had been fun, more fun than the bed or the bath. She made a small moaning sound in the back of her throat, legs clenching at the assault of memory. 

'Maybe I should call Mom and ask how to get rid of this', she thought to herself once she'd gotten her wayward thoughts back in line. That made her blush, her already flushed face turning brighter at the thought of what her mother would think of what she had been up to. "It's perfectly natural love", her mother would probably say being the open-minded matriarch she was. Yet she found herself hesitant still to make the call. Some things, accepted and natural as they may be, were simply too intimate to share. 

"Soap, this definitely needs some soap", she said out loud to herself. As she stood to get the detergent it occured to her what a sight she must have looked bent over the carpet with nothing but her dislodged bra on. The blush coloured her skin once again heating her up from the inside. Deeming the stain of more importance than her state of undress she quickly pulled her panties back on and grabbed the detergent, a cloth and a bowl of warm water. 

As she scrubbed out the seemingly indelible stain, she caught her reflection in the livingroom mirror and doing her best to ignore the now thorough mess on her head parading as hair,  she thought on all the things she'd denied herself in pursuit of what she thought happiness to constitute; friendship, time, family, bad hair days, carbs, her femininity and... wine stains. No more, she thought, from here on she would live fully, free of expectations, guided by herself and not others' perceptions and misconceptions, laugh more, eat to her hearts content, and definitely create more wine stains... 

As she grabbed her toy off the couch ignoring the sensory input that was now a sticky mess on plastic she went in search of vinegar to add to the soap for the wine stains.