Compromised Position Droplets of sweat scuttled down my face, mainly forming on my brow and upper lip and then down it went. The day started off quiet the usual way; nothing stirring in the streets nor in the atmosphere, just one of those average day's of nothingness that felt nothing but a bore. I was sprung out all over my bed just doing one thing, the thing my mother dearest most hated me doing; which was of course, daydreaming. I loved doing it, it was my favourite thing to do which required no effort at all. I'm one of those people who loves to gallivant around without a task; more of a free spirit me. I generally only like to seek pleasure in #life, the kind that does nothing for me but just gives me a moment of satisfaction knowing that I have had my fun and it was nothing serious. This is a bit crazy, I'm not a whore or anything; It may have made me sound like one but that's just me, I don't really mind what people think of me as long as it doesn't intervene in my #life. What I mean is, I like to stay happy and positive at all times and self loathing is not my style; I say, do things that make you happy but not others sad, what I really want to say is, don't be a bitch just because it feels good to feel powerful and superior; just be a better person of your self so that you and your circle of people are all happy and content. Back to the sweaty bit. I found myself in one of those awkward and uncomfortable situations again; this may actually be the understatement of the year, by all means I'm a sucker for attention but in this case I would love to just crawl away and lay under a rock. Ironically my thoughts have actually some what been brought to #life at this instant. I am literally on my stomach, on the floor but under a strangers bed; sweating like a pig who's not sure if it's wet herself or has sweat so excessively to be able to even know the difference.