Relieved to finally be home, Cora places her keys into the small mosaic tray sitting on the side table, drops her bag on to the floor and slips off her shoes. Her sore, bare feet take in the soft coolness of the marble tile, then transitions to the warmth of the hardwood floors, making her way to the kitchen. It was a hectic day at the office, brimmed with meetings and conference calls leaving relatively no time to catch up with her actual work. It seems there's never enough hours in the day to truly feel accomplished she thought. With a deep breath, she reaches for the bottle of Bordeaux, retrieves her preferred wine glass from the dishwasher and pours herself half a glass. By restaurant standards this would be considered a generous 9 ounce pour and not usually offered unless at a chain. With a sip, she inhales as the spice and vanilla flavors settle gently upon on her tongue. The richness of this peppery nectar slowly travels down to her anxious center. She closes her eyes, taking in the moment so as to prolong the experience.
With glass and bottle in hand Cora makes her way to the next room, nestles in to the softness of her creamy down-filled sofa, and turns to her television for her weekly guilty pleasure of drama and romance. After she lights her cardamom and bourbon scented candle, she reaches for the chunky knit throw she usually has draped over the side for quick access. She rests both feet onto the fur-lined pouf and leans back to enjoy this evenings episode.
All seems ideal, but Cora continues to fidget, to fuss, assuming the day's events are still festering within her core. And as if lightning hit, awakening her senses, she leans forward and places her glass onto the coffee table. Moving both hands underneath her blouse, she reaches toward the back, unlatches all three hooks and wiggles her arms out of each strap. She gracefully and triumphantly removes her bra and tosses it with much disdain off to the side chair. In this very moment, all sensations prior were small in comparison to the freedom she now feels. The straps digging in to her shoulders. The confining band around her torso. The wire, stiff under her breasts. Free from all these, an aura of elation now fills the room. Another sip of wine, she snuggles back in, pulls the blanket over her legs and hits play.
Certainly you have that one thing, or two that you MUST take off , that you hurry to take off once you get home. Here are a few shared testimonials from those in my circle...
"The item I remove that provides ultimate bliss is usually my hair tie. Whether my hair is in a topknot or ponytail, once taken off, the relief I feel just makes me go 'ahhhh'. " - Shanelle
"My shoes!!! No matter if they are sneakers, slippers or boots. My feet hate shoes! They feel constricted, therefore the rest of my body feels the same...we were born barefoot for a reason." - Xiomara
"I'm sure every woman can relate, but my bra. Especially being a heavy chested girl! During quarantine at home, the "girls" have definitely felt a sense of relief being freer than usual." - Moyna
"For me it's my bra. I hate feeling restricted, so when I take it off, I feel a sense of relief and freedom. I finally know I can rest for the balance of the day." - Alexis
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