Seven Guilty Pleasures

This is in response to Option 4 of the March/April Project -In The Garden- at Cafe Writing.

1) Jumping up and down on our black foam sofa in tune to Elvis Presley, until I slide off the edge and bump my knees on the stone-cold floor. Yes, it messes up all the new silk cushions, and no my mother does not think this is fun.

2) Filching my seventh piece of chocolate in under an hour from the refrigerator to satisfy my PMS cravings.

3) Standing stock still under a scalding hot shower, enjoying red tracks of water on skin, letting it dissolve away my contours and making me feel smooth, polished, shiny even... while the rest of the family hops from foot to foot outside.

4) Stealing mama's almond milk body cream and rubbing it furiously into my black knees and elbows, trying to make them the same colour as the rest of my skin. I'm a feminist, I shouldn't care that I look funny every time I wear a skirt. I shouldn't, really.

5) Reading cheesy romance fiction online when I'm too tired or unhappy to think. I'm an English Literature student. That's blasphemous ;)

6) Sleeping naked during the summer months and watching my brother recoil in shock and horror every morning when he comes to kick me out of bed. It's almost pavlovian, the way he reacts. 

7) Hoarding like a pack-rat. Old wooden spoons, chocolate wrappers, the cardboard sheets used to pack formal shirts, bus tickets, train tickets, torn bags, broken doll's tea sets, Ladybird books, single socks, a much loved dress from when I was 7, empty perfume bottles, ripped envelopes, cracked spectacles and what have you... and I'm 18, not 81 :)