- 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.
My sister and I shared a bedroom in the finished basement of our family home. At the far end, a sliding glass door took the place of a wall. I frequently imagined the glass door to be an instrument of my demise when the inevitable crook/witch/crazy person came to get me in the middle of the night. To say I had a vivid imagination is an understatement. As I grew older, I let go of the fear (just a little) and the door became the gateway to my dancing dreams.
In the evening, I turned the music on, loud enough to move to but soft enough to avoid unwanted visitors like sisters/parents/crazy people. I pulled open the curtains, turned on the lights, and danced while watching my reflection in the glass against the night sky.
It never occurred to me that people could see me through the other side. Sometimes we do wonderful things when we think no one is watching. We see ourselves more clearly. I felt free and uninhibited and beautiful. My talent amazed me, although I doubt it amazed the neighbors. For a few songs, I owned the way my body moved. I owned the night.