Latter Day Sinner

In the space between my dreams
My room began to glow
It was a fine glowing mist
As if I was under a street light
On a dark night
But the mist had a glow of its own
And seemed to be the only source of light
I stood up
I was still in my plaid flannel pajamas
And bare feet
Instead of soft carpet I was standing on cold tile
The room seemed to expand until I couldn’t see the walls through the mist
Music began to play
It was quiet but cheerful
But my mood was dour because of the mist
I felt the urge to dance though I’m not any good
It seemed like a music box was playing
But not from any particular direction
My feet were cold as was the air
But still the music called
And I was definitely alone
Perhaps when it was bright this ballroom was full of people
But I am usually still alone in a crowd
I swayed with the music
I began to move my feet and my arms
When my feet touched each tile it grew bright and warm
As my arms swirled though the are the mist of darkness turned into the white wind
The walls came back into sight
They seemed like miles away as did the ceiling
I danced and my spirits lifted as I spread the white wind and warmed the tiles
The music faded and I stopped dancing
But the room was bright and warm except for the corners where I hadn’t danced
I was tired and still very much alone
But I was also happy
I closed my eyes and my phone chimed
I picked it up and wrote this