I put on some jazz before I started writing tonight, and this little ditty came out.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
The music drifts up from the streets below.
She feels the beat deep inside.
Rising, she dances about the room.
Soft orange light flooding in from the street. Bright yellow flashing off and on like she’s the star on a giant stage.
When the sun comes up, she wakes, like every other day.
She dresses and straightens her name badge before heading to the diner.
With every order, she dreams about the night before,
in her cramped apartment,
on the stage she imagined.