dancing boots

excess energy in the grocery store.

i'm tap-dancing braless in the natural foods isle and she's looking at me like i'm crazy.

she's asking "you having fun over there?" and i can't even answer save for a nod, i'm smiling too hard.

i'm feeling like a little kid and she debating chocolate to go with the wine we've got waiting for us.

"YES! YES you want chocolate!" i'm bopping up and down. i AM a little kid. i'm jumpy and antsy and laughing in my head.

there's a lady pushing a cart around, and i'm bouncing past her on the way to the registers.

i can't hear the lyrics, but the melody is in my bones, shoving them around and making me look like an a*s.

"You certainly are a strange woman, love" she says, and drops her things on the belt.

i'm leaning against the adjacent register, tapping my toes in time with the song i can't really hear.

 

this night is so routine, so regular, so expected.

i crave the unexpected.

but i'm living for these nights.

curling up on a basement couch, drinking wine out of a water glass.

listening to pandora, fingers typing in unison across matching keyboards.

two peas in a wine-soaked pod.