The Magic Word

Mrs Edge doesn’t care for the P word because, in her mind, she had been leaving open the possibility that she might remove my stainless steel cage one day. Maybe after five or ten years, just as a reminder. Or something; it’s very vague in her mind, and I sometimes have wondered if she isn’t slightly afraid of thinking about it too much.

Because of the local lockdown condition, our regular intimate time has been reduced to once a week or so, partly because we rarely have any alone time in the house. However, last weekend, the Edgelette was asked to cover a Saturday morning slot, so Mrs Edge and I looked forward to some daylight fun in which we were not forced to be overly quiet.

Taking a break in the middle of it, I mentioned how hot it was that first year when she did not unlock me for my birthday, and just kept right on going. She explained that she had thought about it, but just sort of forgot. Then it was past, and there wasn’t any point until the holidays six months later. But by the time the holidays came, she realized that we were closing in on a year, and she thought it would be hotter to keep going until we hit that mark. And when that mark came, she was enjoying it so much that she just… sort of… didn’t want to unlock me. At all. Maybe Or something.

So she didn’t.

And that led to another birthday, and another set of holidays, and then she could see coming up on two years, and along the way she found her self thinking that as long as I was enjoying things, and as long as she was enjoying things, was there really a need to unlock me?

And that’s how, being well into the third year, she off-handedly said to me:

“I guess I just don’t have any plans for that anymore; it’s permanent now.”

Mrs Edge says that I should be looking forward instead of looking backward.