After a day of cleaning house, grocery shopping, gardening, walking the dogs, doing laundry, and all those little things that seem to get done only on Saturdays, I proceeded to accomplish a lot of relaxing.
I was laying across the bed, thinking about this and that, when a large black insect benignly and silently floated in my direction. It looked like a mosquito, but beefier and slower moving.
It came closer to me. The panicky, snapping wave of my hand didn’t deter it to a different flight path. No. Not at all.
The darned thing kept coming at me, floating gracefully and silently within my air space.
It was bound and determined to be my exercise partner, encouraging me to s-t-r-e-t-c-h my arms and twist my torso.
Again I waved, but this time with my entire arm from my shoulder to my fingertips, and with all the gusto I could muster.
My center of gravity changed. I saw the room turn. I kept going backwards.
I fell off the bed.
It was a graceful move.
It was acrobatic.
©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.