Blesséd Stupidity

Tonight, I played Just Dance. I screamed when I tried to make a snowball. I was part of a chain of bodies as I was dragged across the floor and until I was held by my wrists and ankles and carried around, described as looking like a flying squirrel. I had an asthma attack, made all the more worse by my laughing. I sat on a lot of people, most of them accidentally. I helped lock a bunch of boys out of the house and felt scared out of my skin when I opened the door for them. I felt so silly and stupid and ridiculous. I felt alive.

I also played with Janelle's hair. I was the bookends of Taylie's night as we discussed Christmas and love. I sang with Tony and Janelle as he played a guitar, us three so calm and happy and in our own world. I felt so relaxed and peaceful and lucky. I felt so good.

Here I am Alive