The Golden Hour

We work different shifts: I’m on the early train and at my desk before her alarm has even gone off; she gets home a few hours after me, eyes gritty and tired from a day spent driving her limo, and eager to relax. It’s not what either of us would have chosen (if jobs were easier to come by) but we’ve made it work for us. There’s only a small window when we’re both awake and feeling sociable, so that has become our special hour. It’s an unconventional partnership in many ways, but it works for us.

When I come home from work, the first thing I do is get changed out of my corporate attire. Taking off my bra feels like freedom. I wipe off my make-up. I put away my jacket and shoes and open up my other closet. From there, I get to choose something soft and comfortable. I pick out my favourite outfit, select some fresh underwear and a pair of socks, and then I take a shower.

A rub down with a fluffy towel and then a sprinkle of powder soothes me from any remaining frazzles of the day. Once dressed, I feel buoyant and re-energised and ready to play. I have the house to myself to do whatever I want, but I have to wait until she gets home for the real fun to begin.

When my Daddy comes home from work, the first thing she does is loosen off her tie. Then she...