Beautiful Chaos

On one hand, sleep, beautiful, deep sleep, is all I can think about.

It is just a thought as this roller coaster jolts me awake just as I
fall into a dream.

Or wakes me into this dream, because I must be dreaming. Surely, at
my humble age, I am not seriously thinking of doing this mini-
performance with my salsa class.

I prefer to think of it as a demo.

But I must be as I practice it during my lunch break, secretly, in my
room hoping no teachers or students walk in to find out about my
silly delusions.

With perfect timing (which I don't always have dancing), I torqued my
knee slightly and, after almost 4 hours of dancing, my ankle is now
throbbing. Like a good dancer, I did not complain or wince during
rehearsal, did not blame my mistakes on the discomfort.

Tomorrow, I do it again: work, Spanish class, dancing.

I need to do laundry because the one dirty black shirt will be the
one I want to wear as I know that night the 10 other black tops just
will not do.