Last night in bed my body was making it’s own music.

I lay there, feeling my legs throb to their own beat and my feet would respond. The pain would flare up in my feet like fire and, though painful, the music was blissful.

I started to count to the rhythm. 1–2–3–4—-

I could feel my muscles clenching and felt as if my legs would come off my body. They clenched and I could feel my muscles mold themselves to my leg bones, my feet.

It felt like the world was quivering and I was powerless to stop it.

I continued to count well into the night, thinking of other things: why is the sky blue? Do cows drink milk? Can pain be beneficial?

All the while, the twin was laughing at me.

Bastard.