I am dancing on a stage while everyone in the audience watches me from the edges of their seats. My dance is not a specific type, but a collection of my feelings. I am creating a world for myself and observers. My arms move in arcs and we are at the beach, next to an ocean. It is a private beach with sand as smooth as milk, and made of all the colors in the rainbow. My feet skip over the colors and create swirls in the sand. I take several steps back, then open my arms wide as I run into the water. Swiftly, my legs open into a split, as I leap over the writhing waves. My toes kiss the surface, and then rise into the sky.
My arms reach overhead as I fly in the canvas above. White doves appear and come in large groups to surround my body. I am carried in the air, over the water, filled with freedom. The shining day becomes night as the brushes of heaven transform the sky. Stars are popping and pinging when they appear. Hesitant and dull at first, are the stars, and then they take off their veils to be pure light. My fingers gesture and point, exclaiming over the stars. The white doves push me on, further, and flap their wings faster than the eye can see. When we reached the outer realms of Earth, they delivered me onto a beaming light in the shape of a large hand, which somehow held my weight. It carried me, traveling in light years. Galaxies swirl by me, and stars are mere specks of dust as I move. Soon I gather my courage and dance on the light, lifting my legs and arms, loving the effects of no gravity. Then, I fall abruptly as the light stops its flight. The hand tipped me onto a planet beneath me. Quickly I fall, twist, turn, and spin. All lights turn off.
A new scene begins a few moments later, after the lights are turned on again. Now I am in a pale blue dress, with my hair long and flowers wrapping my wrists and ankles. My feet are bare, but still dance with slow feelings. I am walking in a quiet forest with dark trees and moss. Little flickers of sound are heard behind rocks and trees. My head turns each time, but not fast enough. Filled with frustration, I stomp my leg and put my hands on my hips. Small balls of colored lights float into the air, away from their hiding places. Looking closer, I discover that the balls are faeries with delicate, glittery wings. They dance around me in circles, with smiles on their faces. Everything seems to become fuzzy after a few minutes, and I look around myself in alarm. Then I realized I was fading and leaving everything. Lights flashed and fans roared. The faeries kissed me with their wings as I disappeared. All lights turned off.
I am alone on the stage, sitting on the floor with my torso bent over my legs. Applause surrounds me, and I look up. |
