My dreams
Lately I've had trouble sleeping.
So imagine my shock when I caught myself dozing off and - wait a second - tripped over my own feet lying on the couch and woke myself, just before the dream faceplant would have surely broken my perfect dream nose.
I did get to sleep once I made it to the bedroom. And when I did, I was in a large ballroom with hundreds of other people. Coupled off... there were all sorts of different couples there, a beautifully dressed lesbian couple (white western suit, short purple hair on one and a long prairie style dress on her partner) stood out, literally, because the majority of the dancers were dancing in the round (synchronized, choreographed steps) , but they were dancing their own, enjoying each other's company and the music.
And I was dancing too. Slow two step, same as the other special couple, following my partner's lead. I can't be certain of who it might be leading me, but he felt strong, confident, kind, and natural - both in my arms and on the dance floor.
I'm not saying that this mystery guy is a metaphor for life or a sign. Sometimes dancing is just dancing and a dream is just a dream.
But hot damn, it felt good to be dancing again. And Mr. Tall Handsome Two- Stepper, don't stop dancing with me.
Dreamily,
c.d.
So imagine my shock when I caught myself dozing off and - wait a second - tripped over my own feet lying on the couch and woke myself, just before the dream faceplant would have surely broken my perfect dream nose.
I did get to sleep once I made it to the bedroom. And when I did, I was in a large ballroom with hundreds of other people. Coupled off... there were all sorts of different couples there, a beautifully dressed lesbian couple (white western suit, short purple hair on one and a long prairie style dress on her partner) stood out, literally, because the majority of the dancers were dancing in the round (synchronized, choreographed steps) , but they were dancing their own, enjoying each other's company and the music.
And I was dancing too. Slow two step, same as the other special couple, following my partner's lead. I can't be certain of who it might be leading me, but he felt strong, confident, kind, and natural - both in my arms and on the dance floor.
I'm not saying that this mystery guy is a metaphor for life or a sign. Sometimes dancing is just dancing and a dream is just a dream.
But hot damn, it felt good to be dancing again. And Mr. Tall Handsome Two- Stepper, don't stop dancing with me.
Dreamily,
c.d.
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