Sleep Walking

Tears run down my cheeks as I run down the alley. The echo of my flip flops ring through the dark and slightly odorly alley. Slap! Slap! I ran and ran, then ran some more. Anything to keep more tears from coming. I always ran there when I needed it. My soul thrived off of it. It was the one thing I could do to really clear my mind. People talk of doing things likr reading or golfing to get their minds off of things. But no, they dont understand. Thisreally clears your mind. Its sort of like your floating. The feeling is exhilerating and it leaves you wanting more.

I ran until I came to a halt in front of my dance studio. The door was never locked, so I walked right in. I jogged to the closest mirror, preparing myself to see the horrible monster I had mystically transformed into. No amount of preparing could of prepared me for what I just saw. My eyeliner was running down my face and mascara coated my eyes all over. I looked like a black and tan zebra! That would be the least of my worries at the moment.

I walked into the blue room. The floor boards creaked underneath my feet. Maybe it was time to lose 20 pounds off of my 115 pound frame... The room was the biggest of the 3 rooms. The yellow room smelled horribly of coakroaches and feet, and the green room was where I danced in pre-school. Saying it was a small room would be an over-statement. I carefully looked around, scanning for any signs of human, or animal, life. The last time I was here, a boy sat in the corner and looked straight at me, as if he had been expecting me. He looked at me for what seemed like forever, than crawled out the window in a scurry. I looked around once more to make sure he wasnt there. The last thing I would need is for someone to see me like this.

I walked to the stereo around the corner. It was an old one, and had been there since I started dancing at the age of 3. I scanned the tapes for something decent. Nothing, as usual. Just a bunch of old Broadway Tapes from back in the "Glory Days." Luckily, I had my Ipod with me. I pulled it out my pocket with ease and plugged it in the speaker system that sat just to the left of the stereo. That's when I heard it.

A footstep. No, it wasn't my imagination. Someone was in the building. My heart stopped as I held my breath and listened. Another footstep, and another one. And they were getting closer. What was I supposed to do now? Run? Wait for him to come and beat him up with my super human strength? Not. Well those were stupid ideas, it would of been able to hear me then. The shadow peeked around the door. It must of been standing in the doorway, scanningthe room for something, maybe me. I slid into the small space between the stereo and the speaker. Good thing I was thin.

Then the weirdest thing happened. It disappeared! And no, I dont mean it walked away. I mean it literally disapperead. Like Bippity Boppity Boo gone! Strangest Sight ever. I slid out of the tight space I had previously been in and aproached my Ipod, scrolling and looking for a song. I have the oldest looing Ipod in history. It's a 2005 model and it's thick. Not as thick as the ancient video Ipod's, but not as thin as the new ones, which still stand to amaze me. They take video and hold a lot of songs. 7,000 or someting crazy. That was one thing I never understood about Ipod designers. Why do they design Ipod's to hold that many songs? Who listens to that much music?

This was really starting to annoy me. I couldn't find the song I was looking for. Everything seemed to be in a blur. I went throuh all the songs and it wasnt there. It had been there at the party, and at my house a little before the party. I finally found it after what seemed like hours of searching. I hit play and felt my heart drop about a thusand feet in my chest. This was my favorite song at the moment. Of course, that will probably change by next week. It was Turning Tables by Adele. Her voice just did something for me. I put the song on repeat, I might be here for a while. I walked into the middle of the floor and just twirled, extatic just to be in a safe place. A place where I wouldn't be watched constantly or judged. It felt great to say the least. My heart jumped as it would if you just went over a big hill on a roller coaster.

I was no longer spinning in a circle, but now full out dancing. I did leaps and turns and thigns that werent even dance moves. I was expressing my emotions in the only way I knew how. I didnt like dancing without instruction very often, but this was different. I needed to be myself. I could feel the floor pounding beneath my feet. The music came to an uttering stop. But oddly enough, the floor kept pounding. I stoped dancing, out of breath and exhausted. The floor cracked beneath me. I ran to the side of the room and watched as the newly found hole in th floor got bigger and bigger.