I fell asleep reading last night. Which is highly unusual. The best way normally to keep me from sleeping is reading. I am currently reading one of those books that seems to have a larger introduction then it does actual book. I didn't make it through the intro, but I did dream.
Words danced in my head last night. Shimmying around and gyrating their vowels. There was an old fashioned disco in my head with a square patterned floor that lit up when the spindly word feet hit them. There was a disco ball spinning above, but I was informed that it was actually a period. There were also disco exclamation points, commas, semi-colons and a question mark. The question mark kept moving mysteriously about the ceiling. Randomly appearing brightly lit and flashing neon. Everybody grooved with anybody. I bebopped alone while you stared longingly at we.
In my head, I danced with words. Shimmying and gyrating we moved around the lit up floor as the music gave us a iambic pentameter beat. I watched myself dissolve from human flesh to written type. I tumbled apart into all the words that make me up. My name, desires, wants, needs, fears, memories and anything that I have touched. I flooded that dance floor with me. It was packed tight and we danced on. Falling apart never felt so good.
I woke up this morning sore and cotton mouthed. I can hear pieces of myself still rattling around in my head. The bits that haven't woken up yet. Still lost in the post-dance sleep of exhaustion. I brushed my teeth extra carefully, so I didn't accidentally wash bits of me out. They will wake up, find their spaces and fit themselves back in. The puzzle that is me will be complete again.