Freedom Everybodys free to feel good Everybodys free to feel good Everybodys free Brother and sister Together well make it through Some day a spirit will lift you and take you there I know youve been hurting but Ive been waiting to be there for you And Ill be there just helping you out Whenever I can Ive got no idea where I am and what time it is, but the familiar lyrics offer a faint crumb of comfort as my hangover dawns on me. I know its Sunday and Im guessing its morning by now. The sun is most definitely out - big yellow bastard! I summon the courage to open my right eye a tiny crack and theres a hazy silhouette of a woman dancing in front of what looks like a massive ground floor bay window. Shes too busy dancing to hear me grunt and groan like an old aged hippo trying to free itself from the mud. Man, that sofa wasnt the comfiest! As I get closer to the window, the street outside begins to look familiar - I breathe a sigh of relief that Im still in Edinburgh at least. The dancing woman is short with cropped black hair in a bob type style - at least thats what I think its called. I think about touching her on the shoulder but decide to just turn the music down instead. Shes still dancing as she turns to face me. Before I can utter something barely coherent, she smiles. Its so much more than a smile though. Its a million times more soothing than a hug in a mug. It makes me feel like home. It makes the memories of being bullied at school feel like nothing at all. It makes my heart jump and my eyes widen. It makes me want to be a better person. It makes me want to be trapped inside this moment forever and never leave. It makes me forget my hangover. It makes me realise its a truly beautiful day to be alive right here, right now. It makes me start dancing and I hold her tightly in my arms...whoever she is.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 22:32:37 +0000
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