It’s What I Do


Years ago  I had a nightmare that was so vivid, I remember not being able to fall back to sleep and to this day I still remember each dark image.

My Aunt who passed away years ago was teaching a dance class.

Each of the  student dancers had numbers written on their chests in yellow chalk.

They were dancing inside of a chalk circle on the floor and at first I thought of a clock. My  Aunt said, ” Can’t you hear the music? How will you learn to dance Anita if you can’t hear the music?”

There was no music but I saw musicians  playing their instruments and  could see that they had sheet music on their music stands.

” I can’t hear anything.” I said to her.

She reached out and turned me around and I could feel her write something on my back.

” Can you hear it now?”

” What did you write on my back?” I asked.

” You have to hear the music before you can dance.”

” Why are you teaching dead people how to dance?”

She handed me her chalk and she said, ” It’s what I  do now  and one day you will too.”


I don’t know what she wrote on my back, or what kind of music was playing or why my Aunt was teaching dead people how dance.

But what she said still haunts me ” It’s what I do and one day so will you.

Daily Prompt: Invitation