I’d almost forgotten what it was like to sleep and stay there. I felt like a welcome wind caught up my spirit and took it away, hand in hand with the warm body. Certainly, I woke up in aching pain, muscle tension crying through a leg, but that’s a side effect of dancing that I’m becoming used to. It’s like the bruises on my body in odd places, back of the leg, they’re expected now. Penny sized spots that mark where the flesh creaked in angles past reason. There’s no self recrimination anymore when I drive the heel of my other foot into the screaming calf, I only think, “Drat, it’s Sunday already.”
I’m going to avoid walking today until I get myself in hot water.