Dream Time Dancing
It was another dreadful Monday in Milwaukee. The day was very grey without yielding to any warmth or sunshine, after all this was winter in Wisconsin. I was back at work as a data entry clerk. Take one column of numbers from one log and enter it into yet another log. Column after column, day after day. I had learned to dull my brain enough to make this repetitive task almost endurable. By doing thisbrain exercise, I became very good at my job.
When I went home, I ate a light dinner and sat down on the bed. I found that if I looked over my shoulder, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other place. That place of magic where fairy tales live. If I fell back quickly into that space, I could go there, not just look. It was the escape that made my life at work bearable. I could dance all night with one handsome prince after another.
There were no conversations just beguiling smiles and an occasional wink. At one point I began to feel as if I became heavier while dancing. As if something was sitting on me making it difficult to move. Almost as if someone was standing on the train to my gown. Suddenly I felt lighter and a new Prince appeared. I had never seen him at the ball before. We danced and I recognized him. He was the man who delivered the office mail. The man who brought me the endless columns of figures. In the real world he was a pimply kid, but here he was actually handsome Prince, my Prince.
That morning when I awoke, my tattered dancing shoes were on the floor, and my Prince was asleep beside me. He woke and we smiled. Sometimes fantasies can be shared. We had stayed on in that other world and would never have todeal
with numbers again.
When I went home, I ate a light dinner and sat down on the bed. I found that if I looked over my shoulder, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other place. That place of magic where fairy tales live. If I fell back quickly into that space, I could go there, not just look. It was the escape that made my life at work bearable. I could dance all night with one handsome prince after another.
There were no conversations just beguiling smiles and an occasional wink. At one point I began to feel as if I became heavier while dancing. As if something was sitting on me making it difficult to move. Almost as if someone was standing on the train to my gown. Suddenly I felt lighter and a new Prince appeared. I had never seen him at the ball before. We danced and I recognized him. He was the man who delivered the office mail. The man who brought me the endless columns of figures. In the real world he was a pimply kid, but here he was actually handsome Prince, my Prince.
That morning when I awoke, my tattered dancing shoes were on the floor, and my Prince was asleep beside me. He woke and we smiled. Sometimes fantasies can be shared. We had stayed on in that other world and would never have todeal
with numbers again.First published: May 2016
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