During the past few days, my legs have been trying to dance without moving.
At least this is what it feels like. As if my legs have moved and shook and jived all over the place when I wasn’t looking. What else could account for the fact that they are so sore?
The twin walks at night when I am asleep. I try to tell myself that tomorrow will be different, that tomorrow I will wake up without sharp jabs in my legs, my back, my shoulders. That he can’t possibly walk every night.
I tell myself that the sun will come out tomorrow.
When I wake and find that the sun has indeed come out but the pain is still there, I figure one out of two isn’t bad.
I head towards the coffee pot and wonder if six thirty in the morning is too early for aspirin.
They leave a bitter taste on my tongue as I wash them down with coffee. I seem to be building up an immunity to aspirins, Tylenol, Motrin IB. Nothing takes the pain away like it used to.
Now it only numbs the pain so I can keep dancing, even as I stand still.