Dancing is like dreaming with your feet! ~Constanze
The door is closed behind her.Alone, finally.Just her and her dreams, her body and the music.The easiest way of living.Dancing.
Once she feels the rythm, she can do anything.Why did she ever say flying was her ultimate wish?Because it's not.Thinking again at this, that can't be her wish.Just by dancing, she feels like flying, like lifting above the world.So, what's the point of flying if you can experience it on Earth, with loud music, a hot coffee waiting for you when you're sick of it[though she can't get sick of it], moving your body the way you feel, wearing nothing more than pants and an old t-shirt.She smiles.Nobody's watching, right?Not counting the adorable giraffe, Rumi, she got as a present at her 10th birthday anniversary, or the cutest teddy in the world, Joy, found one day at kindergarden.Just by looking at them, she smiles again and tries to take them with her on her own dancefloor, her room.It sure isn't hard, it's dancing.Not flying.But close to it.Not the same.But better.
Choosing to follow a dream that may never come true, or living the one that may even be better?