Based on a dream I had this week.
The floor under her trembled with the volume of the music, with the weight of dancing people. Colored lights speckled the air around her, but she stood still.
How could he? How could he?
His face gleamed with sweat and he smiled. As if he had all the answers.
I’m going to do this.
She slipped a manila envelope out of her purse and handed it to him. The music was too loud to say anything. Not there was anything left to say.
Maybe this will free me. Maybe I will feel like the world is full of possibilities again.