I’m lying in bed waiting for my alarm to tell me to get up. Apparently I have slept enough. This isn’t a new occurrence.
I am looking up at my own personal sun (also known as my OTT light) and wondering if I am ready for the day.
I’m unsure of my mood really. I’m not sad, happy, or even in-between, it’s like I’m waiting to decide. Like my alarm clock countdown, I am just sort-of here before I should be.
Strong string. I’m made from it. It is good that it’s a positive because I don’t know any other way to be.
Don’t let me stand in my own way. I’d rather dance anyway. When you dance you give over, but not completely. It’s a partnership. A collaborative effort.
Am I dance ready?