The Morning After Pill

There should be one. For situations other then to ease worry about a condom breaking, or getting pregnant after being raped. Unfortunately I was not up until 4:30am having radical sex, thankfully I was not sexually assaulted either. But I was attacked.

Princess Georgia had only been asleep for an hour. Her Prince has just kissed her goodnight, after a wonderful evening together, and she graciously nuzzled her many bed-top pillows. But the Princess didn't have time to dream of lavish parties with friends, or of an adventure with magic farries, because mere moments after resting her eyes, He knocked.

The Anxiety Monster can be unfairly quick! He knocks at her window (the one that overlooks the stars above, and her loyal land bellow) and barely gives her time to sit up before he is squeezing her around her middle, breathing fire down the back of her neck, and shaking her so she can't stand straight. The Princess has a magic sword, one she's been dying to put through the Monster's very middle..but when he comes so fast, so heavy, Princess Georgia has no choice but to run and hide in her magic shelter. There, Princess takes her magic potion and hugs her magic pillow, and sends magic messages to her Prince, so that she can enjoy some kind of company while the monster is banging at the door. That small door is the only thing standing between the scared, sleepy Princess and her ugly attacker.

Minutes feel like hours as Princess Georgia waits for the monster to tire of banging at her door, and screaming his terrorizing howls. She wants to stand up, open the door and chase him away! She wants to drop her heavy armor and chase the monster away for good. But she can't. Not this time. This time He was too quick, and too angry to give her time to prepare her attack. She feels like a coward, but sometimes the safest thing to do is hide, save herself this time so that next time she may have the strength to face her attacker.

It still feels like you've run a marathon, like you've been chasing that monster all over the city, for hours, even if really you've just been sitting on the chilly tile floor in your little bathroom, waiting for the attack to give up, or to throw up and then pass out. Which ever comes first! Either way it's exhausting.

My heart works way too fast and my muscles are so tense from the cramping and the shaking, that I wake up like a pile of jello the next morning, still trying to catch my breath. There should be a pill for that. A morning After-you've-been-attacked-by-panic pill. Something that re-hydrates you, and massages your stiff muscles, un-swells your cried out eyes, and revitalizes your sense of hope and strength in time to do battle the next time he tries to attack.

But there's not! There's a pill to magically make a broken penis work, but nothing to magically restore you self confidence after being beat on all night. Nope! There's just sheer will and hope, that when he comes knocking next time, I'll be able to hide a little less, medicate a little less, cry a little less, and fight a little harder.

But hey! At least this time she didn't have to wake King Daddy, and have him guard the door of her magic shelter. That in itself is a victory. Princess Georgia has become strong enough to survive as the only one on the inside of that little door! And one day soon, she knows she will be able to OPEN that door, and punch that monster square in his big ugly teeth..