I can't stay away. I am married, but on quiet nights I imagine a truer self emerging, softer, braver, seen. Lip gloss glints like a promise, lace whispers courage, and satin teaches me how to move. I love my wife, yet I carry this private hope, not betrayal but becoming. One day, I want to wake, breathe deeply, and live openly as the woman I have always known, in silence and longing.