Dance in the Dark

I might as well have closed my eyes and stumbled across my small, messy room. At two in the morning I wanted to dance. I wanted to dance.

Moving alone in the dark for no one to ever to see.

I shifted my weight subtly, picking up my belongings all the way to the door and back into my bed.


There's something so peculiar about improvisation that I still cannot wrap my head around- moving on impulse. So tonight I practiced.

I found myself making smaller gestures with my hands and arms. Grabbing flesh. Taking the smallest steps. Almost falling off balance, but then catching myself. (If you're going to dance where you cannot see, falling must be intentional)

My body's smooth dynamics may have reflected my fatigue. Not that a new phrase would start and stop evenly. Just with ease. Like writing in the sand.

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I regret not auditioning for Annie's project. Then again, I'm not so certain I'm comfortable with my movement vocabulary just yet.