The Opposite of ClaustrophobiaBy Martin Brick Whats the smallest place youve ever been in? Ive always liked small spaces. Call it the opposite of claustrophobia. Remember those forts you would build out of sofa cushions? I could stay in there for hours, even after I was too old for that kind of play. Theres comfort in that lack of space. I think its Feng Shui. I saw it in one of those books at Barnes & Noble. They suggest that you place your chair back against a wall, facing a door, so you will see evil if it enters the room. Little spaces dont leave any space for evil. Youd feel it if it were there. I think it is like that with a marriage, which is constraining
if you ask my friend Lindsay whos been married before. But I like
it. Having another person there seems to tighten up the space of the
apartment and leaves less vacancy, less unclaimed space. Wedding day
was perfect. I loved that bustier that went under my dress. It fit so
tight to my ribs like hands of constant reassurance. I found myself
wearing the bustier after the wedding, under regular clothes. Being
at the video store alone feels better when youre wearing something
tight under your polo shirt. Mike liked it at first, like I was trying
to extend the spirit of the honeymoon, but generally I wore it without
considering him. It wasnt sexual for me. Hed go off to work and the house would feel too big. Id put on the bustier and crawl into the closet, the bathtub, or under the bed. So tight and so small. Felt as good as being in bed with him naked when the sheets are tight and he really holds me. I dont know what Lindsay finds so constraining about marriage.
The whole institution is disappointingly shallow if you ask me. And
despite all the sex, despite all those days I held him and told him
to call in sick and stay in bed all day, despite all that we still couldnt
produce a child. But theres adoption. And after waiting far too long, they finally brought us Noah. Hes everything Mike is not. He appreciates the closeness and never has to leave for work. I like to put him inside my sweater. I put him against my skin. I wish I could have felt him grow inside me. Now that must be the most sublime smallness there is.
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