Today my legs are singing to me.

 I picture them like saws, being bent and hit to create music that is oddly pleasing to the ear. I can’t stand today; I’m at the water cooler and I can feel them vibrating to a music only they can hear.

I’m thankful that I’m wearing pants because I know my legs are shaking, moving, vibrating, jiggling. It’s like there’s an earth quake and it’s only beneath my feet, as if I’m on a plate under the earths surface that shifts when I walk on it.

Every time I take a step, I feel sharp pains in the soles of my feet as if my feet are protesting every step I take.

In a way, I guess they are.