Sweaty and spent.
Two of my favourite things to be.
I am on the floor, not caring one bit that my sweat is probably making the carpet damp.
Earbuds are in and on high volume.
The music is anything but slow and calm for my stretch time.
I like it loud and fast and driven while I come down from my run.
The music pounds in my head louder than I could ever get away with playing it out loud in my apartment.
I go limp from my final long stretch. My arms reach out above me and my legs wiggle a bit.
The music fills my head with it rhythm.
I close and my eyes and a smile creeps across my lips.
The invitation is there and the answer starts in my hips and shoulders.
They pulse with the thumping beat of the drums.
Slowly, the rest of my body follows suit as the music builds.
I groove, sway, funk a bit even.
A little reclined solo bump and grind set to music that only
I can hear.
I trip the light fantastic.
Floor dancing.
whisky sweet 