I look at him while he’s still asleep, the faint sunlight starting to shine through our window, the window of his apartment, while he lies his face against his thin pillow, his long eyelashes trembling full of dreams, his naked body spent over the sheets, I look at him in total control, at last, and realize what I must and do not want to do.
It was dancing that she fully seized her personality. Swaying her shoulders back and forth, allowing her long arms to dangle gracefully like two silk strips rocking on each side of her slender torso, making sure she wittily snapped her fingers at the end of each movement, as if to mark the tempo of her own body. Her hips seemed to defy gravity as they traced different geometries in the air around her waist, her feet steadily planted on the ground just because she liked the challenge of not being able to move them. All along, her eyes are shut and her lips are slightly open, that’s the way she focused all her attention to her hearing, so that she could welcome the music into herself in a full surrender. Dancing gave her an unwavering sense of who she was.