Her inner dialogue vacilated back and forth between "present moment mantras", and pleading with the universe to set her free. She liked to say that she was waiting for her alien to come and take her away from this place called earth.
Leaping high, legs extended, I land gracefully. Effortlessly. My body is a machine. Upon landing, I fold gently, rolling to the floor. Lean, limber and flexible, I fall smoothly into a split, exiting seamlessly. Choreographing as I go, I move with utter fluidity across the vast empty dance studio. I am free. My body is … Continue reading Somnia